I work in an office full of communications professionals. We’re accustomed to being able to find the people we need quickly, getting the information we need quickly, and turning it around for our readers. Quickly. But when something happens to interrupt that chain, it’s surprising how quickly everything dissolves. Like, say, when the telephone system… Read More don’t try this at home.
It’s been a while since The Wife and I visited Columbus. I think since early February, in fact. We’re making the trip this weekend. See the folks, Fred and Ethel, Juan and whomever else might remember us. I’m not certain I remember how to get there, though. Go west for a bit and then head… Read More directly.
As hockey season winds to a close and baseball … well, the Indians can’t hit and the Pirates are just being the Pirates … it’s getting close to the time when I have to find something else to occupy my time until college football starts. Yes. That would be around mid-July. The Wife makes a… Read More something else.
Penguins winger Gary Roberts will return to the ice Monday night when the Pens try to even their series against Detroit. Roberts was a healthy scratch in Saturday’s game; if Father Spoon’s haircut wasn’t the cause of Saturday’s loss, Roberts’ absence certainly was. Have any questions about what the return of Gary Roberts will mean… Read More forecast: pain.
I know. We’re not supposed to like fighting. I know. There are plenty of people who say there’s no place in hockey for fighting. But if you talk with anyone who’s played the game, they’ll tell you fighting has a purpose — like keeping players from other teams from taking shots at your skill guys,… Read More get ready.
Mr. Small’s and the North Mississippi All-Stars. East End’s Big Hop on tap. Swampy blues jamming. An electrified psychedelic washboard. A sit-in with the opening band’s pedal steel player, Roosevelt Collier, of the Lee Boys. “Lovelight,” for crying out loud. There are many definitions of a good night. The above is an excellent example.
Uncle Crappy 