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Kennywood Park nearing 125th anniversary

What began as a trolley park in the late 1800s is now one of America’s top amusement parks.

Nestled above the Monongahela River, Kennywood Park has remained a constant as the world around it in the Mon Valley — sometimes referred to as “the valley that built the world” — changed.

The park sits across the river from a still-in-operation steel mill — one of a few left in a region that prospered in its heyday of steel works that provided jobs and also polluted the region.

Most of the steel mills are gone, the cities dotting the region that flourished during the time now struggle, and the area’s population continues dwindling.

As the region around it changed, Kennywood Park solidified itself as Western Pennsylvania’s amusement park, with annual school picnics, celebrity guests, ethnic celebrations and thrills for everybody in the family.

In 2022, as COVID-19 pandemic restrictions lifted and people navigated a new world, Kennywood Park management ushered in the start of a major celebration: The kickoff of the park’s 125th anniversary.

With it came word of the return of one of four rides the park removed, plus other park improvements — long overdue cosmetic enhancements to spruce up the park.

Sadly, with the great changes came a rollback in operating hours. The park, where legend has it that the coasters run faster at night, and where thousands of lights sparkle when the sun goes down, closed before the sun was even at the horizon, marking regular closings at 7 or 8 p.m.

It seems, more big changes are in the works in 2023 for the park’s 125th anniversary.

Kennywood is teasing at least one themed area improvement.

Little details are available but, apparently, aliens speak Pittsburghese!

The QR code takes fans to a site on Kennywood’s page.

Looking carefully at the site, these are some clues:

  • The site title says “UFOTracker.”
  • The image shows the number “1122,” which could mean the park might use Nov. 22 to reveal more information.
  • The image also shows “2023,” so that seems pretty obvious.

The Cosmic Chaos, which sits next to this area, was added to the park in 2007. It was manufactured by Zamperla, where the generic ride is called the Mega Disk’O.

The new ride is rumored to also be from Zamperla. Kennywood has some other Zamperla rides, including Aero 360 and SS Kenny (in Kiddieland).

Could any of these rides be coming to Kennywood in 2023? Hmm…

Of course, before then, the park will hold its Phantom Fall Fest (you know it as Phantom Fright Nights but now with daytime fun for everyone) and Holiday Lights!

This is my American Cancer Society story. What’s yours?

I’ve spent a large portion of my life volunteering in some capacity for the American Cancer Society.

In that time, I’ve had the opportunity to listen to the stories of so many cancer survivors, their family members, researchers, staff members and fellow volunteers.

What has always resonated with me, and really helped to keep my volunteer spirit alive, is that every dollar raised helps to shape someone’s story.

When I was a reporter, hearing people’s stories was part of the job — whether they were angry about a borough council decision, working to create a better community or sharing with me the grief of losing a child.

You can support the American Cancer Society through a
donation to my Relay For Life fundraising efforts.

Stories shape us. Stories define us. Stories connect us.

Several years back, I shared my American Cancer Society story at a divisional staff conference.

Below is that speech, with some edits sprinkled within. Since I delivered this speech, there have been many other friends who have had their own stories.

The American Cancer Society is built on stories.

For many of you, it was a story that brought you to the American Cancer Society.

Your story might have started as a volunteer.

Your story might have started in another division.

Your story might have started as a caregiver.

Your story might have started as a survivor.

You might be one of those people who say your story started because you saw a group of people at a stadium walking laps … or riding bikes … or wearing pink from head to toe.

Think back to the moment you first walked into an American Cancer Society event either as a volunteer, participant or as staff.

What were you feeling?

Who were you with?

What was the atmosphere like?

Can you picture those purple or pink survivor shirts?

How about the smell of walking tacos or the sounds of a volunteer promoting the American Cancer Society Cancer Action Network?

Were there tears?

Most importantly … what was the weather like? We all remember the weather at American Cancer Society events!

My story begins when I was in middle school. Before I knew of purple shirts and the words “caregiver” or “survivor,” I knew what chemotherapy was.

Before I knew what a luminaria ceremony was or what being an event chair meant, I knew what it was like watching someone lose her hair, lose weight and lose her excitement for life.

Before I knew what the American Cancer Society was, I knew I hated cancer.

Five months after turning 13, I watched my grandmother die. She had been diagnosed with bladder cancer.

She never saw me drive a car, graduate or get to read my byline on news story I wrote.

My grandmother and I never again hung ornaments on a Christmas tree.

I never watched her do crafts again.

She never walked a survivor lap.

I’ve never gotten over what cancer did to her, to me and to my family.

But my story doesn’t end with just mourning the loss of someone who — to this day — means so much to me.

Nearly a year after her death, I participated in my first Relay For Life.

It was like the iconic Relay we think of: Football stadium (when schools let you use the field more liberally than many do now), visitor side bleachers shining with “HOPE” in luminaria bags, hundreds of walkers and participants and thousands of dollars raised.

There were raffles, games, baskets, homemade haluski, cookies, hot dogs and many sleeping tents; lumunaria bags seemed to be able to be lined from here to Erie — probably not that far, but when you’re that young, that’s what it seems like.

There were high school students, middle school students, churches, politicians, school district employees, families, banks, corporate teams and neighborhood groups.

We celebrated survivors. We remembered loved ones who died. And we pledged to continue fighting back through more fundraising.

And that was long before we understood the “Celebrate. Remember. Fight Back.” tagline.

There were people.

There was fun.

And there was a lot of money being raised to fund the mission.

I was hooked.

My story started with my maternal grandmother’s diagnosis, but cancer has written many chapters in my American Cancer Society story — from friends and colleagues to former teachers, parents of friends and others I’ve come to know over the years.

There’s a friend, who, in her mid-20s, was diagnosed with cervical cancer. Doctors told her she likely never would have kids.

There’s another friend, who also in her mid-20s, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Her mom served as a caregiver during her journey. A few years later, she became the caregiver for her mom.

There was my mom’s best friend, who was diagnosed with cancer. Her story began with a brain tumor, and the cancer spread.

My mom and her friend had gone to Myrtle Beach about two weeks every summer for more than a decade. Their last trip was not long before her diagnosis.

She died in October 2014 — about a month before her son married his wife.

A month or so before that, cancer tried writing a chapter for me.

“You either have an inverted papilloma or sinus cancer,” a doctor told me.

Truth be told, all I heard was “sinus cancer.” And all I knew was that either result — the papilloma or cancer — would mean surgery.

That was Monday, Sept. 15 — just five days after I had a CT scan to see what was going on with my nasal passages that had caused many problems including the inability to fully breathe and swallow for at least four years.

It was 10 days after the nation’s largest Stand Up 2 Cancer party I helped plan and host. At that time, the American Cancer Society and Stand Up 2 Cancer partnered for watch parties across the country. We worked so hard to build the largest party.

It also was four days before I’d be in Dallas, Texas, for an American Cancer Society national summit for Relay For Life.

I was the doctor’s last patient that day. He had canceled all but two appointments due to an unscheduled day in the operating room that apparently went longer than anticipated.

My first visit with him in late August was when he requested a CT scan.

“You’re a mess,” were the words he used — in a fun, upbeat way so not to scare me.

I thought? I hoped, at least?

So, on Sept. 15, as we looked over the CT scan results, he explained how imperative it was to have surgery to remove the funky objects inside my nasal passages.

“So, this isn’t because of allergies?” I said, hoping he’d say yes.

“It’s much worse than that,” the doctor said.

So, right then and there, I had my first biopsy.

It was painless, really. No needles were involved, just a shot of some spray to numb the inside of my nose. As he clipped away at the growth inside my nose, he made attempts at small talk by asking about a story he read recently that I wrote.

I knew he knew I was scared.

Not usually at a loss for words, I was mumbling words and fumbling for letters to complete those words.

But I was trying to play it cool.

Meanwhile, I didn’t know what the hell was going on.

“We’ll get the results in about two days,” he said.

Two. Days.



That’s 48 hours for those who do math.

“What do I tell my mother?” I thought. “‘Hey, Mom, so you know how I went to the doctor? Well, he sniped a piece of the thing in my nose and we’ll find out soon … well, in two days … if that thing is cancer?’ Yeah, that’s not going to work.”

So, I told her nothing.

She likes a good cliffhanger, but only in Salem on “Days of our Lives” — not when it involved the health of any of her family.

As soon as I got in my car to leave the doctor’s office (tissues stuffed up my nose because it was bleeding), I called a friend.

An in-person hug would have done wonders, but I had to settle for a phone call.

And, I went back to work. Doing so calmed me down. Or at least the thought of it calming me down was what I was going with.

My next call?

It was to the American Cancer Society’s National Cancer Information Center. You know, that 1-800-227-2345 number we all say really quickly when we’ve completely forgotten a mission moment, and then we tell others, “That number has a lot of stuff.”

And a lot of stuff it had for me.

The nice man on the other end of the phone (Ryan was his name) was extremely nice and comforting and emailed me a whole bunch of information that I read later that night.

On the second day of that two-day period for biopsy results, I saw the doctor’s office calling my phone. So, I quickly answered.

It was a woman explaining I didn’t need a second CT scan after all.

“He got what he needed,” she said.

“But what about the results?” I said, and quickly followed it up with, “I mean the biopsy results. Do you know when they’ll be back?”

She put me on hold.

“So, this is how I’ll hear the results?” I thought. “Sitting in my work conference room on my iPhone?”

You see, as an American Cancer Society volunteer, I had this idealistic view of how someone’s story as a survivor began.

That idyllic thought goes like this: You go for your appointment. You have some tests and such done. Ans when those results come back, you are sitting in your doctor’s office with them behind their desk and you in a fancy wooden chair and the doc says, “Mr. So-And-So, you have cancer.”

Never mind the fact that the story doesn’t make sense because of all of the holes in it. How do you know you need to come back to the doctor? Do you schedule that appointment prior to and just know that’s what happens?

Thankfully, she got back on the phone before my mind raced any more and explained that the results were not yet ready.

Not. Ready. Yet.





“Not yet ready?” I panicked in my head. “That’s because it is worse than I thought. Oh god. How do I tell my mother? How do I go back to work? This isn’t how it’s supposed to work! And I know how it’s supposed to work, damn it! I VOLUNTEER FOR THE AMERICAN CANCER SOCIETY! I KNOW HOW THIS WORKS!”

Spoiler alert: I did not know how this works.

So, she tells me that if I don’t hear back from them by the end of the next business day to call Friday morning.



I was to be in Dallas that Friday morning for the Relay For Life summit.

There was no way I was going to be *ahem* deep in the heart of Texas as I got news on whether this thing in my nose was cancerous.

So, I waited until Sept. 22 — an entire week since he took out the piece to be biopsied — to call.

But before that day arrived, I was in Dallas for an entire weekend of nothing but cancer-themed discussions … all while trying to tell myself I can’t worry about what’s going on in my nose. I did well, for the most part.

That is, until the final portion of the conference when a speaker told a story about going to a doctor and being told a biopsy needed to happen, then trying not to freak out waiting for the biopsy results.

“You could get flattened like a pancake leaving the doctor’s office,” the man said.

I had that exact thought about my situation.

And I thought about how a plane could crash into me and a tree could fall and a meteor could land … and then that damn biopsy result wouldn’t matter.

That’s what I told myself.

I don’t think I believed it.

But it helped.

I should probably note that on the flight to and from Dallas, I finally found time to read a book I had been longing to read but couldn’t find time.

The book?

“The Fault in Our Stars.”

I know, right?

I had tried many times over the summer, but couldn’t get far because I cried and then set the book aside.

On a plane, though, I was stuck reading the book or dealing with the strangers next to me.

And, wow, did that book make me cry.

So, Sept. 22 comes.

Mondays — at the job I was doing at the time— were busy days for me at work. So finding time to call was a problem.

But I knew I couldn’t put it off.

I sat back in the work conference room, dialed the number and tapped the many prompts to get to some woman who sounded as if her office was in Bedrock.

To be honest, she wasn’t very friendly.

“Hi, I’m looking for results of a biopsy I had last week?” I said.

After a few more questions and placing me on hold, she said: “Well, the doctor will have to call you back. He’ll call within the hour.”

An hour?

“Well, this isn’t good,” I thought. “Why couldn’t she just tell me? I know why she couldn’t tell me because the doctor always tells the patient they have cancer.”


Spoiler alert: I still did not know how this works.

So, I sat back down at my desk. My co-worker looked on and I said, “The doctor will call within the hour.”

Within the hour the doctor called.

I don’t know if I’ve ever sprung from my desk that quickly.

I raced to the conference room.

“Bobby,” the doctor started and continued with an apology for not calling back. I didn’t care, man! You’re on the phone now … spill it!

“What’s going on in your nose is this: It’s an inverted papilloma,” he said.


Me: “So … ??????”

Him: “We’ll remove it.”

Me, in my head: “Yes, I know, that’s why I already have surgery scheduled with you!”

Me to the doctor: “So … is it cancer?”

Him: “No.”

Me, in my head: “He said no. I think he said no. Did I ask it right? I asked if it was cancer. He said no. So, it isn’t cancer. The tumor in my nose isn’t cancer.”

He said some other things, I think. I’m wasn’t really sure. I was listening, but not comprehending anything — which is very rare for me because I remember the most insanely minute details.

All I heard was that he said the thing in my nose that’s caused breathing issues and swallowing problems wasn’t cancerous.

Surgery would be enough to fix it.

I had that surgery … four days before my mom’s best friend died.

But, like many things in life, that “no” from the doctor came with fine print.

I think the doctor removed what amounted to nearly a dozen tumors in my nose and head, and said that, had I waited another month or two, I’d have been in surgery to remove tumors near my brain.

In a checkup appointment a few months after the surgery, he told me the tumors likely will come back at some point.

And when they do return, he thinks there is a chance they could be cancerous. So, I have regular checkups to keep an eye on things.

But I couldn’t think about that. In fact, going into surgery, I wasn’t thinking about that.

I didn’t have time.

Because someone else was adding a chapter to her American Cancer Society story.

Just a few days before the surgery to remove the benign tumors in my head, a dear friend called to tell me the results of her biopsy.

She had been diagnosed with breast cancer.

I was devastated.

She had been a source of support for so many people. She was everyone’s cheerleader.

I’ve seen her treat complete strangers at Relay For Life events with such a warm and compassionate heart.

She’s the person who lets volunteers unsure of their value see their full potential.

She encouraged us to challenge ourselves to not just think outside of the box, but to break the damn box.

She embodied the spirit of the American Cancer Society mission. That year, she received the staff partner of the year award.

Days after, she had surgery.

That 800 number we all push? I called it in the days leading up to her surgery. I talked with a guy named Chris.

For the first time in my adult life, I had to use the term “caregiver.”

I can fill the role of volunteer well, but caregiver? I had my doubts.

So, I told Chris I needed help. He told me about resources the American Cancer Society has, offered to email those to me, and told me to call back after I read over them with more questions.

I started this off by talking about the stories that bring people together.

But there’s something else about the American Cancer Society that keeps volunteers like myself coming back year after year.

It’s the team captains we meet at Relay For Life events. The ones who are coerced by co-workers or friends and family to take on the role only to later discover a loved one has been diagnosed.

Or watching a daughter put her arm around her mother at a Making Strides Against Breast Cancer event within days of the mother hearing those three little words that pack such a big punch.

It’s the bicyclists who travel 328 miles between Cleveland and Cincinnati.

It’s the families who depend on Hope Lodge locations to find some comfort in an unfamiliar time.

So, we return to Relay For Life events.

We return to Making Strides events.

We keep pedaling (well, I don’t — others do) at bike events, or buying daffodils or raffle tickets or walking tacos.

And, guess what?

It’s working!

Cancer survival rates are increasing.

Prevention and early detection programs are working.

It’s working every day in our communities from Anderson Township to Perrysburg, Ohio, from Belmont County, to Ashtabula, Ohio, from Erie to Greene County, Pa., and from West Chester to Montrose, Pa, with Relay For Life events; and from Philadelphia to Washington, Pa., and from Jefferson County to Lima, Ohio, with Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walks; and to our bike events and other fundraising events … what … you … are … doing … is … working.

We ARE fighting cancer. And we ARE saving lives.

Every day, the American Cancer Society is saving lives.

Thousands and thousands of calls are made each year to the National Cancer Information Center.

Thousands of nights of free or reduced-rate lodging are provided to cancer patients and their families traveling away from home for treatment.

Thousands of cancer patients who are uninsured or on Medicaid receive assistance.

Those are great stories to tell.

But this next one blows my mind.

There’s about $26 million in nearly 40 research grants in Pennsylvania, as of Aug. 1, 2021.

We are fighting cancer. And we are saving lives.

But we only can do better if we share our stories and work together.

We need to keep building relationships so we have more stories to tell.

Pittsburgh Light Up Night returns in 2021

What’s become the traditional kickoff of the holiday season in Pittsburgh is set to return.

Pittsburgh Light Up Night is back in 2021 — just in time for the 60th anniversary of the city’s first Light Up Night.

After pausing the event in 2020 due to the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic, the Pittsburgh Downtown Partnership promises a “refresh” on the holiday celebration.

Though details were slim in the Sept. 16 announcement, organizers did announce one big change: Light Up Night is moving to Saturday — Nov. 20. Traditionally, the event has been held on the Friday before Thanksgiving.

The Holiday Market at Market Square will celebrate its 10th year in the city and will kick off Nov. 19.

Also new to Light Up Night this year is a new title sponsor: Highmark.

If you know anything about Downtown Pittsburgh and the holidays, you know that the iconic Horne’s tree that dazzles all season long at the corner of Penn and Stanwix streets is now home to Highmark.

“Pittsburgh’s annual Light Up Night is a tradition for our community. Our sponsorship of the event complements the lighting of the region’s most iconic and historic Christmas tree affixed to our building at the corner of Penn and Stanwix Streets,” Highmark Health Executive Vice President and Chief Corporate Affairs Officer Dan Onorato said in a statement released by the Pittsburgh Downtown Partnership. “We‘re excited that the move to Saturday will now make this signature event even more family-focused and welcoming to all.”

Did you know? Pittsburgh’s first Light Up Night was not tied to the holiday season. The city’s first “light up” event was held April 9, 1959, in honor of the Pirates.

It eventually moved to the holiday season. But Light Up Night took a nine-year hiatus beginning in 1973 in an effort to conserve energy.

Light Up Night returned in 1982 to help lift morale as the steel industry collapsed. Just a few years later, though, Gimbels — one of the last remaining Downtown department stores — would close.

Before COVID-19, Light Up Night, in recent years, recorded crowds of at least half a million people. In the ’90s, as the Downtown retail district began to implode, the event would see 25,000 to 50,000 people.

But something happened since then: The Downtown Pittsburgh Partnership has grown the event — along with the help of many other groups — which has attracted plenty more people to the city.

Gone are the days when Kaufmann’s would celebrate its grand window displays. (I wonder if any consideration has been given to pay homage to this tradition?)

Even once Kaufmann’s became Macy’s, the building would have festive events on nearly every floor.

And who can forget the Arcade Bakery thumbprint cookies with the iconic Kaufmann’s mile-high icing?

Gone are the days when people used Light Up Night and the holiday season to shop Downtown. Now, people shop online or at Target (guilty as charged).

Light Up Night has changed with the times to let Pittsburghers continue to usher in the holidays.

‘I don’t have to apologize for letting go or choosing things in the name of my peace and healing’

I did something this week that was long overdue: I stepped away from all of my volunteer and extracurricular activities.

I stepped back from volunteering* with an organization I’ve been heavily involved with for more than 25 years.

I officially resigned from a nonprofit board position, stepped back from a few other nonprofits where I’ve offered assistance or volunteered and said no to some recent asks for my help in other activities.

And it feels good.

(Continue reading below the Instagram post.)

Being forced last year to pause so much helped me take a hard look at what I was spending my life doing. Like a lot of you, I said “yes” far too much.

I’ve been going hard at volunteering for nonprofits for way too long. For many years, I tried to keep track of my hours spent volunteering and I easily racked up anywhere from 1,800 to 2,600 hours a year volunteering.

I’ve put so much time in, and I just needed to take a break — something I’ve been trying to do for a few years now. But every time I found myself with extra time, I found some nonprofit group or activity to fill its void. I’ve said “yes” too often just thinking it would be a simple ask, and it usually wasn’t.

The ongoing global pandemic has taught me that I need to slow down and live my life.

The nonprofit groups will continue. The other activities will go on.

When I’m ready, I’ll find my way back into volunteering — either for groups I’ve recently hit pause on or new endeavors.

There’s a song from one of the greatest musicals — “Avenue Q” — that I often am reminded of: “For Now.” The lyrics go: “Nothing lasts. Life goes on, full of surprises. … Except for death and paying taxes, everything in life is only for now.” This pause is only for now.

What led me to this decision that, from the outside, seems drastic? As I said earlier, it’s been a long time coming. When doing any kind of volunteering, I think of another “Avenue Q” song that goes: “When you help others, you’re really helping yourself.” Helping nonprofit groups began to feel like tasks mounting with no end in sight — and I started to feel as though I wasn’t helping myself.

A friend suggested that nonprofit work should still — at the core — be fun and fulfilling.

The other day, I ran across a post on Facebook with the quote posted above. I found Yasmine Cheyenne’s Instagram account to give her proper credit. But that quote (“I don’t have to apologize for letting go or choosing things in the name of my peace and healing”) really resonated with me. It’s OK to let go.

* Besides, did you really think I could completely step away? I’m still going to raise some money for the American Cancer Society because I signed up as a team captain and don’t want to have a zero-dollar team. But I’m going to do it with as little effort this year. And I still plan to help with a journalism group.

Of course, with an ongoing pandemic, there is little to fill this large chunk of time with. And maybe that’s for the best for now.

Election Day: Allegheny County DA fends off challenger, and more election news

Did you know 2020 is a leap year? One extra day has been tucked into the circus that will be the 2020 presidential election.

But until then, there is a slew of important local elections happening across Allegheny County and the country. Local elections matter.

In Allegheny County:

  • Chief Executive Rich Fitzgerald (D-Pittsburgh) easily defeated his challenger for a third term (WTAE)
  • Controller Chelsa Wagner (D-Pittsburgh) also came away with a big win against her challenger (WTAE)
  • District Attorney Stephen Zappala (D) defeated challenger Lisa Middleman (Post-Gazette)
  • Joe Biden surprised Allegheny County Dems tonight with a random visit (Post-Gazette)
  • An ally of Pittsburgh Mayor Bill Peduto will replace outspoken mayoral critic Darlene Harris on Pittsburgh council (Post-Gazette)
  • Pittsburgh residents to pay higher taxes after parks vote (Pittsburgh Patch)

By the way, it looks like voter turnout in Allegheny County was just shy of 28 percent. I think officials estimated a 27 percent turnout. (This percentage might change slightly as not all precincts are reporting, as of 12:10 a.m. Nov. 6.)

And some big news around the country:

  • Democrats projected to flip Virginia Senate and House, taking control of state government for the first time in a generation (WaPo)
  • Kentucky Attorney General Andy Beshear is the apparent winner over Republican incumbent Gov. Matt Bevin (NBC News)

Plus, check out these stories:

  • One Western Pennsylvania voter cast his absentee ballot … from the International Space Station (AP/WESA)
  • Woman who was fired for flipping off Trump motorcade won an election in Virginia (BuzzFeed News)
  • For the first time since 1981, Democrats won a majority of city council seats in Columbus, Indiana, which just so happens to be the hometown of VP Mike Pence (WXIN)