The unofficial-but-deeply-ingrained protocol among print folks is to be a little bit blase about journalism awards. But this one has eluded me for so long that it’s a little tough not to be excited about it. Here’s the details: We won for spot news coverage, specifically of the flash flood that swept through Aliquippa last… Read More …me.
Despite my previous whining about my persistent inability to win a Pulitzer, I have to admit: That’s not the journalistic prize I covet over all others. That honor, boys and girls, goes to the Golden Quill, the annual awards presented by the Press Club of Western Pennsylvania. They’re not the most prestigious award I’m eligible… Read More and the winner is…
I finished writing a post related to the Stanley Cup playoffs, my inability to watch most of the games and how that’s driving me nuts. But then I found something else to be irritated about: the refusal of WordPress to upload a freaking photograph. This was a problem last night, when I initially tried to… Read More irritated.
What I learned at softball practice: 1) I need to spend some time in the batting cage. 2) When I do, I need to wear batting gloves.
I’ve been kind of stuck on music-related posts recently. The reason is twofold. It’s a function of this being the time of year when I start looking at summer tour lists and figuring out what trips might fit into our schedules. But it also has to do with several new things I’ve come across in… Read More grassy.
Does anyone else think that Propane is kind of an asshole?
Uncle Crappy 