I still remember the Saturday morning I walked into a 1920s foursquare in Squirrel Hill and found the owners eating cereal out of paper cups on folding chairs. Their half-gutted kitchen had no counters left. They had hired three separate crews for three separate rooms, and not one of those crews was talking to the […]

The 19 Degree Morning That Made Me a Believer I still remember the walkthrough. A young couple had just bought a 1962 Cape Cod in the South Hills, and they called us that January because the upstairs bedrooms never warmed up. You could stand in the hallway and feel the cold pouring down from the […]