I had heard for years that he had a brother, Paul, and he owned a scrap metal company in Pittsburgh. The other day, I was in the North Side and I had to get gas. I ended up on a street I was not familiar with, but only a few blocks from the part of the neighborhood I know.
As I was filling up the tank, I noticed this sign across the street. I had randomly stumbled across Paul Warhola's scrap metal business. To my surprise, he had a nice little piece of art of his own to share.
