Yinzerism/Pittsburgh Advocacy

Miscellany: Sally Wiggin Day!

CATjrhSXIAEjL70A quick word about Sally Wiggin day.  Sally is the queen of Pittsburgh media, a rabid Steeler fan, and an accomplished journalist adored by all.  I can’t believe that I missed it when the city of Pittsburgh City Council declared last Tuesday as “Sally Wiggin Day.” 

You’re the greatest, Sally.  Marilyn’s got nothing on you. fd15ebb67cdd67c0fb73cc21e1c5baa5

By JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels, growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.

6 replies on “Miscellany: Sally Wiggin Day!”

Are you in Yinzerland? I love Sally! Demetrius was cool, but he could hardly be the Queen of Pittsbugh media–I’m not sure we even have one–it sure ain’t Ken Rice. My favorite Steelers games are MNF games when Sally does the pregame in studio–she gets so worked up. It’s not the same without Myron, but still.

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Hahaha well you know I can’t say :p
I don’t know yinzerland speak, but lmao @ Ken Rice comment.
I used to make jokes about Sally wanting Demetrius.
Please don’t unfollow me, I’m not a native.


The few times I’ve run into Wiggs at events or around town she’s greeted me like we were picking up a funny conversation we had just left off the day before. And she doesn’t know me from Adam. Love her.


I always compare her to Patti Burns, he de facto predecessor–I met Patti at an event years ago and she was brusquely charming; most of the night she spent with a succession of cocktails in her hand, off by herself, scowling and chain-smoking. To be fair, it was a particularly cold February night spent with a bunch of rednecks in top hats, waiting for Punxsutawny Phil to get prodded out of his bunker. At the time I was impressed–she was kind of a badass and I liked it. If I were to go back in time, I’d tell young me to hit on her–not because I think young me would get some traction, but just to be able to say, “Patty Burns shot me down.” I felt courageous just approaching her–I was a cheese-eating college boy and she was a mature woman well into her 30’s.

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Funny-I did bump into her once in Shadyside. She was gardening outside of where I assumed she was living; I was heading to Taylor’s one of the cool bars that is no more over there. She had the bandana head scarf and thin sweat sheen going. Gave me the “yeah, you recognize me-so what?” look and bent back to the task.


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