You don't have to look far to see a snow storm bringing out our best
PITTSBURGH — A little more than 75 years ago, my father and a handful of friends, all sons of Italian immigrants, hitched up their sleds and rode them from the top of the city of Pittsburgh’s Summer Hill neighborhood slopes onto East Street during what was later called the Great Appalachian Storm. That superstorm on the Thanksgiving weekend of 1950 was one for the books, causing tremendous suffering and hardship. But it brought out the best in humanity, too.
