I grew up right above J@L Second Avenue works...we never had darkness at night. There was always an orange glow from the furnaces and the flames from the burn off stacks. Environmental wackos wouldn’t last five minute there...
Yeah, my dad worked the blast furnace. He had to have his hair cut military-style nothing because it was safer. Those eco-wimps wouldn’t survive.
Originally from McKees Rocks, and then Crafton, before moving to NY at about 10yrs old.
Been back a few times... now it’s mostly for Funerals..