Bluegrass music works any time of the year. But for me, the best time of the year for bluegrass — especially the hippie-grass I love so much — is right now. The air is cool and maybe a little misty, like we’re in a mountain town at dusk. The smells are distinctive: old, dry leaves,… Read More 4. grassy.
When my Element — my 10-year-old, 245,000-miles-on-it Element — ran into a deer two weeks ago, I was crestfallen. Though I was able to drive it home, the damage was bad, and I assumed that our insurance company would total the best car I’ve ever owned. But as I found out just a day later,… Read More 3. out of my element.
Free food. It’s a journalism tradition. All summer long, stuff from the gardens of colleagues shows up at work. There are likely to be doughnuts on random mornings, just because someone was hungry for them. Fresh-baked cookies? Sure. Leftover stunt food that is to illustrate a cooking story or restaurant review? Yep. And there will… Read More 2. the wrong kind of crunch.
I used to do this as a matter of course. But it’s been years since I’ve regularly written stuff here, much less successfully completed a National Blog Posting Month month. I’m not sure why I’ve neglected a tool that I used to appreciate so much — perhaps it’s because my jobs came to too closely resemble… Read More 1. hey.
Happy birthday to me.
Old habits die hard. And I’m still a fan of the network evening news shows, something that have been a staple of my life since I was a kid. When I was 10 and watching Walter Cronkite, I don’t think I paid much attention to the commercials and what they said about the demographics of… Read More hi. wilford. nice to meet you.
Uncle Crappy 