Chris Briem has a compelling post discussing pessimism about the local economy. So I feel compelled to offer something from the other side.
I was walking down Liberty Avenue in Bloomfield this morning and I noticed a little kid, maybe five years old, wearing a black and yellow t-shirt. Big surprise, right? Well, upon further inspection, I realized it was not a Steelers jersey. Instead, it identified the little whippersnapper as the "Child of a Steelworker."
I might be paraphrasing here, because I only saw it in passing. So forgive me. But it also said something along the lines of the kid being a "Future Steelworker." At the bottom, it had three letters: USW.
Someone forgot to give this kid the memo about the death of Big Steel. In fact, he thinks it will be around so long that he might make room for HIMSELF in the industry.
We can argue all day about whether that's a pie-in-the-sky dream. But what the hell. It's a dream. And it's the first time in years that I have seen any statement about the past, present or future of Pittsburgh's relationship with steel that did not begin and end with a sigh.
Good show, kid.