I learned today that Vince Welnick died over the weekend. He was the Dead’s primary keyboardist from 1991, starting with that year’s fall tour, until the end of the run in 1995. If I remember right, I even saw his first run of shows at Richfield, the only three he did flying solo before Hornsby… Read More spinal tapped.
Here’s why I love Tony Kornheiser. On PTI tonight, Tony and Wilbon are discussing their television options for Thursday. Wilbon says he’s taking the all-American route, opting for playoff basketball and hockey, and accuses Kornheiser of being something less than manly because he’s probably going to watch the finals of the Scripps Howard National Spelling… Read More i heart tony.
While we were in Cleveland, Ramrod died. Joel Selvin, music critic for the San Francisco Chronicle, explains here. The old days seem to be getting further and further away.
Oh, good. My identity has been compromised. Again. A couple of weeks ago, I got notification from OU that someone had hacked the networks at the alumni association and Hudson Health Center, and had gained access to names and social security numbers for a bunch o’ Bobcats — specifically, about 200,000 former and current students.… Read More i.d., please.
OK. There was pie. Friday night, beer on the front porch while DD unwound from a nasty work week. Beer at the game, in which C.C. Sabathia pitched a stellar complete-game three-hitter. Beer after the game in the sports bar up the street from HP and DD’s house while we watched the conclusion of the… Read More cleveland. and pie.
We depart tomorrow morning for a fabulous weekend in Cleveland, ostensibly to watch the Indians and the Pirates. We — meaning Uncle Crappy, The Wife, HP and the Drunk Dude — have tickets for Friday’s game, and the ladies and I may go to the Saturday game as well. DD will be out of commission… Read More baseball. hot dogs. apple pie. and beer.
Uncle Crappy 