It's a question I hear a good deal from people I meet, after I explain how I came to live here. I never really have a good answer, because the reason is pretty intangible. That said, this letter from today's P-G does a pretty good job of shedding light on that reason:
He refused to let me give him any money and wouldn't even give me his name. He told me that I reminded him of his daughter and that it was his pleasure to help a fellow Pens fan.
I was touched beyond words by his generosity. ... Although memories of the Stanley Cup finals make me smile, nothing meant more than the kindness I was shown by my fellow Pittsburghers.
Come to think of it, the other letter on the page -- which makes sense, considering the page is entitled "Random Acts of Kindness" -- lends more support to it.
There's a "Pittsburgh nice," if you will, that I have never experienced anywhere else. For all the insularity and provinciality that many ascribe to Pittsburghers, they're awfully welcoming. I suppose that this is the best way to answer the question: Pittsburgh feels like home, even though I (relatively) just got here.
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