I have a date. I juggled my work schedule so The Wife and I could have a normal-person Sunday this week, and we’re taking advantage of the opportunity: Dinner at the Sonoma Grille followed by the Preservation Hall Jazz Band at the Byham Theater. I’ve written about my Dixieland Jazz affinity before, and about my… Read More old school.
I just put up the photos I took last night at Ann’s birthday party, which the birthday girl said should resemble something like a 1980s prom. I attended two proms in the 80s, and I don’t remember seeing Robert Smith or Rick Astley at either one, but we had a great night all the same.… Read More evidence.
If you take a look at the series of Crappyesque links over there on the right, you’ll a bunch of new ones showing up today. Sen. Hillary Clinton showed up in my area today, and I spent several hours writing and talking for work — and writing and shooting pictures and video for myself. As… Read More working.
Thirteen years. Still no Pulitzers.
Going into Saturday’s Final Four games, I had every reason to believe that the picks of Carolina Boy would hold up, setting up a championship game showdown between Carolina Boy and The Wife/Ethel. And then the divine intervention happened. As we all know by now, UNC got waxed by Kansas and UCLA was buried by… Read More over.
So The Wife and I are poking around the shops along Walnut Street in Shadyside Saturday afternoon, and we wander in to one of our favorite unproductive stops — a place that sells beautiful eyeglasses at prices we absolutely cannot afford. We like looking anyway, so whenever we’re nearby, we poke our heads in for… Read More cheap.
Uncle Crappy 