If you know me, you know one of my very favorite things about Pittsburgh is the annual Three Rivers Arts Festival. If you know me a little better, you know that my very favorite thing about the arts festival is the series of free, nightly concerts, which return to the point this year. As I… Read More a concerted effort.
Our now-legendary Yinz Team exploits began about a year ago, when a bunch of us joined a softball team assembled by TehJim. Since then, there has been bowling, ice skating, flackle football and a seemingly unlimited number of opportunities to go out drinking together. But it all started with softball. And we’re just a couple… Read More battered up.
I am strangely excited about this. We’ve had some horticultural surprises – like the tulip that popped up in the middle of the backyard — around the new house since we moved here, and in the last couple weeks, we’ve done a lot to ensure we’ll have new stuff growing around here for years to… Read More ramble on rose.
The stitches are out. When I visited my dermatologist this morning, I was also told that the chunk of my arm she removed two weeks ago was in fact malignant; it was a basal cell growth, and she made the right call in removing it upon that initial appointment. This wasn’t a surprise to anyone.… Read More skinned.
I’ve never had a bad experience at PNC Park. But then, I’ve never attended a ballgame with someone in a wheelchair. The World’s Coolest Mother-In-Law arrived in town Friday night for a visit, the centerpiece of which was attendance at Saturday night’s baseball game. The really big deal about this? Taking Mrs. Crappy’s 96-year-old grandmother… Read More PNC parked.
Some people, like Bill Guerin on the left, can grow a good playoff beard. Some people, like Sidney Crosby, get points for the effort. Since about a week before the NHL playoffs began, my goatee has been untouched by anything but shampoo and a comb. Put me in, coach. I’m old and slow, but I’ll… Read More hairy.
Uncle Crappy 