Punxsutawney loses its mind on Saturday, when members of the Inner Circle gather around a stump outside of town to consult with a groundhog named Phil about the weather for the next six weeks. Phil and the guys in tuxedos will share the moment with a few thousand close friends, television crews from Pittsburgh and… Read More let me explain.
Hey. It’s been a while. The end of last week was kind of a mess. My internal clock was destroyed by the middle-of-the-night shift I worked on Wednesday. And we found out a day later that our original Grandhog, Ron Joranko, passed away with alarming rapidity on Thursday morning, really just a few days after… Read More returned.
Hey, this should be fun. It’s 5:30 a.m. I’m at work. I was curious to see if I could still type. And the answer is yes. I’m here for a series of three assignments that will run sometime here in the near future. All three involved spending an hour with someone who typically works in… Read More awake. kinda.
A real powder day always wins, boys and girls, even if it’s only in Michigan. The bad part? We have to get up in the morning and drive home through all that snow. See y’all Saturday night.
We have one more day of skiing left before we head back to the Burgh, and I’ll probably be the only one out tomorrow. That’s because of the snow that’s falling so hard that we actually saw lightning and heard thunder outside our window just a few minutes ago. The same snow that started falling… Read More vacation.
Uncle Crappy and The Wife will be out for the next few days, as we take this year’s being skiing trip Out West. I can say that because Boyne Highlands, in the northern part of the State Up North, is technically west of Pittsburgh. So. Out West it is. I’m taking the laptop along, and… Read More out.
Uncle Crappy 