More games, more books, more noodles and lots more tea: welcome to a changing Squirrel Hill
Squirrel Hill is one of the great urban neighborhoods in America, and has been for a long time. It was literally Mister Rogers’ neighborhood, where the television host the ultimate good neighbor lived.
Squirrel Hill was the first place in Pittsburgh well, anywhere that felt like home to me. For more than 20 years, I’ve lived in and around it (now in next-door Greenfield), and I’ve come to revel in its timeless rhythms from the Orthodox families walking slowly to shul each Shabbat, to the shrieks of joy of kids skidding down the hill at Blue Slide Park on flattened cardboard boxes, to the thrill of the hunt in the dusty stacks at Jerry’s Records, perhaps the greatest used record store in the universe.