When I moved to Pittsburgh in 2015, it had been about eight years since my grandparents headed south from the city to Florida, and I’d never been to the West End. I ended up moving there basically sight unseen because our landlady was going to let me and my then-partner bring our chickens. Long story short, a raccoon got to the chickens, my partner dumped me, and I got stuck on a steep, sidewalkless street in Sheraden.