𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗝𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦

 

On my way home from school in Pittsburgh, PA, I bought this album and a small BBQ grill for my wife waiting for me back in B'ville.

Pittsburgh, back in the early 70's, was a quaint town with the confluence of three major rivers, Carling Black Label and other old men beers in the taverns and soot in one's nostrils from the pollution of the steel mills.

Our son, now 51+, was named after this record and an old lady we knew even knitted a onesie with the name "Sweet Baby James" woven into the pattern.

I know Pittsburgh has lost a great deal of its population and is considered on the decline, but I would live there.

Hard working, blue collar types are the salt of the earth even if factories have closed.