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Bopping in Bridgeville

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Wednesday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Belief exists – within one such as myself – that passing mention of a municipality in the South Hills section of Pittsburgh neighboring the section which Newtown Pentacle HQ is found within – a place and a state of mind called ‘Bridgeville,’ sometime in the past.

At any rate, welcome to Bridgeville, for today’s post.

Here’s a link to Bridgeville’s Wikipedia entry, and one to their official governmental site. There’s a historical society there too, and I’m on my second watch of this great presentation to that historical society, by a fellow named Warren Merritt. Good stuff, that.

Modern day Bridgeville is largely residential, but there’s a significant amount of commercial/strip mall style development there. Texas Roadhouse, a Home Depot, the drivers license center for the State’s PENNDOT agency, basically all the sorts of ‘mall’ style retail businesses you’d expect in a suburb can be found along its ‘Washington Pike.’

That’s what’s here in Bridgeville these days, but there’s a significant historical incarnation of this area, one which made Bridgeville quite a different place in the past.

Coal, the past here was all about coal.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Our Lady of the Pentacle had signed up for a class which was held here in Bridgeville, allowing me a couple of free hours to explore some of the town’s less well traveled sections on a recent weekend morning. I had the car with me, and a long list of saved locations embedded in a Google Map.

Most of the traffic and local populace were involving themselves with the long line of shopping malls defining the modern streetscape mentioned above. I was in an industrial district.

Saying all that, there are many leave behinds from the industrial past to be observed here, with many of these ‘old’ mill buildings – long since modified from their original purpose for the exigencies of modernity – displaying a characteristic masonry design which one has learned to associate with the long shuttered mining operations of the Frick and Mellon Family’s Pittsburgh Coal Company. This corporation became one of the two dominar suppliers for processing coal feedstock into coke, setting prices for both acquisition and end sale. A monopoly, if you would.

That corporation survives into modernity, now calling itself ‘Consol Energy.’ So too do the Mellons and Fricks persist.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

At the end of the 19th, and especially so during the first three decades of the 20th century, Bridgeville was a coal mining superpower. The ‘Pittsburgh Seam’ is quite close to the surface here, and in some parts of Bridgeville, there were even outcroppings of coal which could be directly harvested at surface level. The coal in this area is Bituminous, as opposed to the Anthracite stuff that is more commonly harvested from eastern PA.

The industrial area I was driving and shooting within is right about here in Google Maps, should you want to have a click around and do some remote exploring. There’s a good amount of activity in these old mills.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The rail tracks hereabouts likely belong to the Wheeling & Lake Erie RR outfit, but I didn’t see any rail action on this particular morning.

There was definitely a waste transfer operation somewhere nearby, as I saw had seen truck drive into a site through a scale, and I could smell trash. Can’t tell you much about what goes on back here.

Yet.

One had a list of locations to take a scouting look at; a couple of cemeteries, a few points of elevation, and old mill or two, an urban waterway, to see if anything interesting might be visible. I was kind of hopeful about one spot being productive, one that was from up on a high ridge. It wasn’t.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

A still active metal mill and factory is present, dubbed as being the Universal Stainless and Alloy Products, Inc. Here’s their corporate site, as well, just for the curious, or even for the stainless steel hungry amongst you – lords and ladies.

This coal business continues to blow my mind, as a note.

A significant amount of the land here in Pittsburgh is undermined, with historical mining using ‘pillar and room’ setups, which are only about thirty to sixty feet down below the ground, here in Bridgeville at least. There are also random and forgotten voids, cut into the trackless depths of the ground.

Before the word went out from the steel mills that they’d only buy coal from one of two suppliers in Pittsburgh – both of which happened to be owned by Henry Clay Frick and or the Mellons, who coincidentally owned the steel mills and coke ovens buying the coal – most of the mining was entrepreneurial in aspect. The order for consolidation by the ‘big dogs’ forced a lot of ‘small potato’ miners to sell their claims off to the nascent monopoly and then go to work for it.

In modern times, the corporate types refer to this sort of monopolistic practice as ‘vertical integration.’ Think about Apple computer, there.

Records were left behind by Pittsburgh Coal Company, about where and how deep they had dug, but the smaller operations which predated the consolidation – not so much. Periodically, surprise appearances of undocumented mine ‘portals’ appear during construction projects, here in the Pittsburgh region.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

It appears that the early miners ‘followed the seam,’ in from the hillsides.

As the coal embedded in the Appalachian layer cake here was being dug out, mines also began commercially extracting shale and limestone as well, which are commercial byproducts of digging into that layer cake.

Mole hills. It’s like mole hills down there.

Who can guess, all there is, that might be buried down there?

Back tomorrow with more.


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May 20, 2026 at 11:00 am

Hey Now, yet again

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Friday

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It was Palm Sunday, and… well, what do y’all think us Jews do when you Goyem are in your churches, communing with your god?

This ‘hebe’ was out taking pictures of trains.

After having captured shots of another Norfolk Southern freight unit hurtling past from a point of elevation over the tracks (yesterday’s post), one scuttled about a city block east at the edge of the South Side Flats zone, and then found a pile of big rocks to sit on while waiting for #872 up there to arrive.

Sated, I moved on.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I didn’t have any sort of plan for this part of the walk, just following my nose and kicking my feet around. Eventually, I’d need to get back to the T Light Rail’s Station Square stop, which is about a mile or so from the spot pictured above. Movement, that’s what I was after.

Hey, I don’t think I’ve walked that way yet, wonder what’s there?

As usual, I was the singular pedestrian.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Street Furniture was encountered, and somebody must seriously regret not dealing with this couch prior to a rainstorm which blew through Pittsburgh the previous night. Sheesh. Hell, back in NYC, this sofa would already be in somebody else’s living room. A lot of people don’t lock their cars up here, or even their houses when they go out. Can you imagine?

My toes were pointed, in the direction I needed to go.

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Another view of the South Tenth Street Bridge, complimenting yesterday’s more aerial POV from those high flying City Steps up in the South Side Slopes. I’ve noticed a serious drop off in foot traffic in this area in the last few months. Wonder why?

I figured on being RR greedy, and headed down towards the trackage of CSX, but they weren’t busy – at all. Nothing was coming through.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

More street furniture was encountered.

Littering and dumping in Brooklyn and Queens was always done in a somewhat artistic way. You wouldn’t just abandon a couch like this, you’d need to ‘eff it up a bit,’ maybe even set it on fire before abandoning it. Paint some obscene graffiti on it. Maybe include a sort of explosive into the plan… something… give the couch a Viking funeral. It’s been loyal.

That sort of thing.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I keep on reminding myself that ‘every walk doesn’t have to be an exodus,’ and accordingly kept on heading back towards transit. There’s a T light rail unit crossing the Monongahela River via the Panhandle Bridge, which was the last shot from this one.

Back next week with something – completely – different.


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May 15, 2026 at 11:00 am

Descending to… Hey Now!

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Thursday

– photo by Mitch Waxman

To start this one off: the peculiarities of the Newtown Pentacle time warp are still in effect, as the shots in today’s post were gathered back on the 29th of March. Just in case you’re wondering why you’re seeing bare trees and all that in mid May.

Your humble narrator had resolved, at the end of the hostile frigid season, to really lean into things when it warmed up and another one of my little aphorisms to simplify life is ‘do what you say, say what you do.’

One found himself, thereby, in the South Side Slopes section of Pittsburgh and scuttling down a steeply graded road called Arlington Avenue. The main goal of this walk was to exercise the big muscle found in the center of my chest, so I was scuttling along at a pretty good clip.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Didn’t have much of a plan, and this walk played out through an area that’s become fairly familiar territory for me. I used the ‘Lauer Way’ City Steps to descend down to the ‘flats,’ rather than following the measured parabola of Arlington Avenue.

The PTSD thing about steps is continuing to recede into an emotional ‘Davy Jones locker’ that I maintain – deep within a section of the brain where I store things away I don’t want to think about anymore. That memory is now neatly tucked away, right between my Dad’s Pancreatic Cancer and my Mom’s end stage Dementia. I’ve got a whole folder of events in there for all the times I’ve been punched in the face, or when I said something stupid or hateful too.

All the fun stuff, it’s found in my box of psychic pain.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I wasn’t so much scuttling here, it was a lot more like shambling. Occasionally, one would turn stiffly at the waist and then gesture the camera at something, while making a sound like ‘urhhhnnnn.’

That’s the South 10th street bridge, over the Monongahela River, pictured above. The location within these hills that I was walking down from would be analogous to Pittsburgh’s South 12th street, if I was standing on the flood plain below where the South Side Flats neighborhood is found.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I was heading for an ‘ole reliable.’

That’s the 12th street pedestrian bridge pictured above, overflying the Norfolk Southern RR trackage which snakes along the side of Mount Washington on the landform’s Monongahela facing side. I’ve come to understand that Norfolk Southern uses the former tracks and right of way of the Pennsylvania Rail Road. I walk by this spot a lot.

I was outfitted with a ‘railfan’ scanner radio for this one, and radio chatter suggested that ‘something’ was coming this way, so I found an opportune spot and then switched lenses over to something that could easily poke through chain link fencing without occlusion.

Specifically, an 85mm f2 prime lens.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Hey Now!

Norfolk Southern #4600 thundered past, hauling a line of empty mineral cars. An attempt at squirreling out its model typology and build history ended up getting squished by a more historic NS Freight Train that once bore the same number. Again, not a railfan, I just like taking pictures of trains.

Saying that, of course, there I stood with a scanner radio on a Sunday…

– photo by Mitch Waxman

The plan was to head a block or two away to the east, after achieving flat ground, and hope for another train sighting, specifically of one coming from the opposite direction. It seems that when a train is observed going one way, it’s likely that another one is coming from the counter direction shortly afterwards. Guess they try and time it out that way to avoid roadway disruptions.

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May 14, 2026 at 11:00 am

Hey Now!, Bottoms Up

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Wednesday

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Topsburgh to Bottomsburgh part seven:

Your humble narrator has been keen to capture a shot of a CSX train running through that little bridge seen above for quite a while now.

The Carson Street Rail Bridges is what this dual span is called, just for the curious.

Really, this was a pretty lucky shot to get. I was hoping for it, but… Y’know… it’s just like fishing.

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That’s CSX #3141, incidentally.

It was hauling minerals, probably coke or coal. These are the same course of CSX tracks which I often shoot along, whether it’s from that recently shuttered brewery, or from up on the West End Bridge, or along the trails which line the banks of the Monongahela River. When pointing out that a train is heading north-westerly, that means it’s heading in this direction.

Hey Now!

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I stuck with the train for a minute. The light was good.

Saying that, this was the final ‘wish’ on my shot list for the day.

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One still had to ‘walk out’ of the industrial area and find a safe spot where I’d be able to ‘chill’ while waiting for a ride home. Another three or four miles to the east was a T light rail stop, but the walk there would involve walking along the side of a highway, and marching my mud covered butt right through another scary vehicle interchange.

I consider myself lucky for having not gotten squished by a truck back at that Ohio River Blvd.’s crossing, onto the McKees Rocks Bridge.

Nope.

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Here’s a closeup of the rail bridge. Neat.

An amalgamation of adolescents were observed, who were congealing into a mob of unfocused energy nearby, so one skipped along his path a bit quicker.

Teenagers… brrr… no impulse control.

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Finally, that’s Chartiers Creek, which winds its way through the South Hills on its way to the Ohio River. Just out of frame, a couple of guys were fishing.

About a block away is a car wash, where I summoned a rideshare cab to come scoop me up and carry the bloated monstrosity my brain is trapped within back to HQ, where Our Lady of the Pentacle and Moe the Dog awaited.

Back tomorrow with something different.


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May 13, 2026 at 11:00 am

Intermodal Scuttle

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Tuesday

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Topsburgh to Bottomsburgh part seven:

This section of road, here in McKees Rocks Bottoms (which I’m referring to as ‘Bottomsburgh’), goes by the super romantic nomen of ‘Intermodal Way.’ Sexy, no? This photo was captured right about here, if you wanted to poke about in the neighborhood via Google Maps.

One of the things which photographers do that drives me absolutely batshit revolves around closely guarding ‘their spots.’ There’s a lot of that sort of gatekeeping, and it’s annoying, so I just give out GPS coordinates to the world and hope that somebody goes there to get better shots than me sometime in the future. You’re welcome.

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All along the tracks, devastation. Collapsing warehouses, busted windows, all kinds of trouble. I’m kind of ‘interested’ in this area, so will definitely be paying a bit of attention to whatever is on the other side of those structures sometime soon.

Saying that, I ain’t an ‘urbex’ kind of guy. I always remind people that ‘I’m like a Vampire and need to be invited in to do my work.’

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I’m sure that there’s ‘great’ shots inside of there, but it’s also dangerous, and one seems to have become accidental prone in his old age – apparently.

It had only been a few hours since I had slipped on a patch of ice and then slammed down onto the pavement, but now in addition to my neck and shoulders feeling stiff, I was feeling a bit weird in the teeth (my jaw snapped shut during the fall, causing my teeth to ‘clack.’ I haven’t mentioned this previously, but my dentition is an ongoing and lifetime medical drama, and has been ever since I was a kid. Didn’t win the genetic lottery there, either, I guess.).

Grandma Sarah also told me that ‘you were put on this earth to suffer.’

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Looking up the hill towards where the people live, up in the slopes.

That newish industrial building in the fore was a bit of a mystery to me, but a quick Google search suggests that it’s home to an outfit called ‘American Steel Span’ which offers steel outbuilding kits.

Quonset my hut, then, and there you go.

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There’s an example of the world’s smartest thing – cut the rail spur off and then create a truck based shipping yard, right alongside the rail yard instead. Might as well cut the piers away at the river and drop them into the water… oh… they did that one too. Sheiste.

This post is the penultimate of this series, I’d mention.

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More abandonment, but this one seemed to have work crews getting up to something inside, so hopefully some productive usage of this land might occur in the future.

Back tomorrow, to say ‘Hey Now!’


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May 12, 2026 at 11:00 am