I visited a monastery and saw a brother frying potato slices. I figured he was the friar, but it turned out he’s only the chip monk.
I accidentally got ketchup in my eyes. Now I have Heinzsight. No? Try this: Where is the best place to cook an alligator? In a croc pot. Still not there? Well, then, don’t ever confuse burro with burrow or people will say you don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground.
Clairton High School class of 1960 has held class reunions every half-decade since their 1970 ten-year event. This year celebrates sixty years since the class crossed the threshold of their class motto, “Bridges to the Moon.” Clairton High School Class of 1960 is a special group. They grew up on the banks of the Monongahela […]
Those who don’t try… Never look foolish.
Many readers asked for more Clairton history. You asked for it, you got it. A long read but one of my favorites: Growing up Clairton: David Pergrin was born in Clairton, PA in 1917 as the “War to End All Wars” was winding down. David was popular, handsome, and a star athlete on the Clairton […]