This is Ruth. 
We pulled up next to her, and its seemed like she was waiting for us. She has lived in Pittsburgh all of her life.
When she was 16, she joined the Musicians Union and played her the bass. Later she toured with a band where she met her husband. He passed away a years ago, along with most of her friends, but she lives on to tell their story of their days on the road. She lives on a ranch nearby. She said her stew should have been finished crocking when we parted ways (she uses only fresh picked vegetables). She comes to this park every day to walk her pomeranian pooch.

Pittsburgh people are the friendliest I've ever met.
They are honest, open, and colorful people.
They are more than happy to tell you the story of their lives.
Its always a pleasure listening to these people paint their pictures of their lives, and the days gone by.
I've been honored to meet every one of them.

We blew a whole $5 for a bucket of balls here. Try it some time. I actually hit a ball 1,000 feet.

Across the street from the driving range is a restaurant called 'The Tomato Pie Cafe'. What's odd about it is, everybody was drinking wine. The restaurant doesn't serve alcohol. Hmmmm.