Update: At the general election in November 2017, the voters in the city of Pittsburgh elected to change the city’s charter to allow city workers the opportunity to take on part-time work as athletic coaches for Pittsburgh Public School. More than 31,000 YES votes, 73%, were in favor. By the way, the unopposed re-election of Mayor Bill Peduto, D, generated 95% support and 39,000 votes.
Listen to this radio interview
Radio host, Dimitri, talks with Coach Mark Rauterkus about more people being eligible to be hired as part-time coaches at Pittsburgh Public Schools.
There was a tie in the points served by the judges in the audience, but the winner was named. Catherine won for the third time in Pittsburgh.
Bishop Zubik and Catherine at the gala for The DePaul School of Speech and Hearing
To be honest, the meetings that were shared in the story that happened in City Hall and in Church after mass were with Pittsburgh’s former Bishop, Bishop Wuerl. This photo, taken a few years later at a special event for DePaul School show Bishop Z and Catherine. Both served as board members for the school.
Funny, true, 2nd-hand story about South Side pride N’at, in the wake of the “discussion” on the other thread about 15203:
Our home’s former owner who we never met was a small business man, Mr. Gursky. He lived here and ran his shoe repair shop here for decades. He and his wife raised two children on this spot on 12th Street. One kid became a doctor. He fixed the shoes and boots of countless of people throughout his long life. I never had the pleasure of meeting him, nor any of the family.
After we moving in, for years, people would knock on our door and try to give us their shoes. Nope. This isn’t a shoe repair shop these days. Often, the stories would start to flow.
One guy recounted how he once brought a pair of shoes into the shop and to his former neighbor, Mr. Gursky. This customer had lived in the South Side for years. They chatted. The guy allowed how he moved to Brentwood, (perhaps Baldwin?) as Mr. Gursky, the shop owner, hadn’t seen him around the South Side in recent months.
As the conversation winds down, the tattered shoes come out of a bag and onto the counter / work bench for repair. Mr. Gursky picks them up, walks outside onto the sidewalk, tosses them down in disgust and says, “You move away. You’re too good for us now. You take your shoes to Brentwood! Let them fix em.”
Mr. Gursky, living what some have called ‘the immigrant’s dream’ with home / business under the same roof, was not having anything to do with those shoes from the ex-South Sider who moved to Brentwood. Hard. Crusty. Iron willed.