The Newtown Pentacle

Monday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Much of the month of February during 2026 (and the second half of January, actually) here in Pittsburgh has been defined by heavy snowfall and deeply cold atmospherics. The snow, and concurrent icy conditions, have been the real issue hereabouts as there was just too much of the stuff which was allowed to freeze in this sub zero atmosphere. The roads are ‘effed, and don’t ask about the sidewalks, yo.

Brrr. Life goes on.

Recent endeavor found Our Lady of the Pentacle and myself in the tony confines of Mount Lebanon, a wealthier than you’d imagine suburb which neighbors the more modestly financed community of Dormont. We dug our car out of the snow, and drove over there one recent afternoon for diversion.

A disturbingly heterogeneous series of shops, and a pretty sweet Lebanese restaurant, were visited. We really needed to get out of the house for a few hours after the winter hermitage grew stale, and our absence from the domicile also granted Moe the Dog some rare privacy, and a chance for reflections on his iniquity.

He’s getting his receipts together for tax season, Moe is.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Even Mount Lebanon has alleys. But, they’re fancy.

Back in NYC, the dumpster divers I knew would refer to this sort of area as offering ‘good garbage,’ since it flows into the bins from wealthy people. The stuff you’ll notice left out on the curb in Dormont is usually unwanted or totally non functional junk. In Mount Lebanon, you might find a BMW jammed in the trash, or a cache of diamonds which they might find defective. The Lebo overlords have standards.

Just kidding, there. They’d sell the cast away car and jewels to some sucker at a profit, how do you think rich people get rich in the first place?

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This is my favorite alley in Mount Lebanon, which I think leads back to a parking lot. So narrow and dark… it calls to me.

As I’ve learned, snow removal rules differ wildly here in the Pittsburgh metro from the familiar ones back in NYC. First off, there aren’t armies of DSNY inspectors just waiting for the snow to end to start handing out tickets. Secondly, there doesn’t seem to be anyone in charge of or compelled to clear crosswalks at street corners. Sidewalks, yes. Crosswalks, no. That’s odd, and it ain’t just here in the burbs. Crosswalks in front of downtown hospitals and schools aren’t cleared. Just an ice wall lining the curb.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This stretch of retail sits along a path called ‘Washington Road,’ but this is a section of the larger ‘Route 19 Truck’ Stroad which has been mentioned here previously, although in those posts the sections described as being Route 19 are dubbed ‘West Liberty Avenue.’ Same Stroad, different name, and Route 19 continues to the south, and towards West Virginia.

The ‘Dormonsters’ call the people who live here, in this neighboring town called Mount Lebanon, ‘The Lebos.’ Said ‘Lebos’ have quite a nice series of shops and restaurants going, as well as a municipal parking lot and a T light rail station. The local cops and fire department are just a few blocks away, housed in a giant municipal building. It’s all a little confusing, really.

There’s a pretty decent Brooklyn style pizzeria is here, as a note, the owner of which comes from Brooklyn’s Gravesend section. Paisan! That’s practically my old neighborhood, or at least close to it, on the Jamaica Bay coastline of the world’s one true place. His restaurant is called ‘La Vera.’ Pretty good slice.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Our Lady was visiting various shops, touching and smelling things. That’s how I describe ‘lady shopping.’ One doesn’t get in the way when she’s involved in these pursuits, or at least I try not to. I go outside and take pictures of alleys while she’s involved with all this, which Our Lady – in turn – doesn’t get in the way of.

I shop like a teenaged boy, angrily stomping over to the rack which holds whatever it is I’m there for, and then one makes a beeline straight for the register. I only consider it a success if I completed the task and I’m back out of the store in under ten minutes. I refuse to enter stores like IKEA which force you to walk through a maze, wandering through the whole damned place just to get to the till. Target also sucks, in a manner similar to IKEA.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

That’s the Lebo habitat pictured above, as seen from the top floor of their parking lot. The burying ground in the background is connected to a nearby Catholic Church, and I’ve visited each exactly once.

Cemeteries haven’t received much attention from me here, since we moved out to Pittsburgh just about three years ago. Part of that revolves around the orthopedic incident, as I’ve spent the last year just regaining the ability to walk upon paved ground. Unpaved ground is what I’ll be working on this year.

My fascination with First Calvary Cemetery back in LIC was ultimately sparked off by its proximity to Newtown Creek. The grandiose monuments and spectacular urban backdrops of First Calvary are fairly unique, visually.

I’ve paid one quick visit to Allegheny Cemetery, and also to that cemetery on Troy Hill, but I do intend on revisiting both in the Spring.

Back tomorrow with something different.

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