The Wife and I had a great day of skiing at Hidden Valley today, in spite of the fact that it was windy, cold and the resort was making snow all day, which means occasionally being pelted by little ice pellets on the face while crusing down the hill. We learned: * The Wife has… Read More it’s broke.
Happy Valentine’s Day from Uncle Crappy, The Wife and Brother Ray, who deservedly won a mess of Grammys last night, despite being dead. In that respect, he’s doing much better than the dead guys I wrote about today, one of whom couldn’t even get his picture in the paper. I’m now going to sit down… Read More vee dee
Uncle Crappy is feeling a little crispy, thanks to visitors from Cleveland who kept The Wife and me out way past our bedtime Friday night. I’m not griping, mind you — we knew this was coming, and planned accordingly. Lots of water beforehand. Vitamins. Extra sleep. A solid base for lunch on Friday. But you… Read More i’m not yet too old for this shit.
Crappity crappity crap. I go to all the trouble to get you people to start leaving comments. I send an email to get my friends to finally take a look at this beast. And some of you — and by that I mean one of you — starts to participate a little bit, and Haloscan,… Read More i love technology.
Hoo boy. I just sent the email to a bunch of friends about Uncle Crappy. I’ve been planning on outing myself for a couple months now, but I haven’t had the guts to pull the trigger. It took HP’s discovery to realize that it might not be so bad to have people I care about… Read More gulp.
OK. This skiing thing has officially become my biggest obsession. A week after I spent my day off at Seven Springs, dealing with some interesting snow conditions, I took another day trip, this time to Hidden Valley, a smaller area just past Seven Springs in the fabulous Laurel Mountains. Wow. What a fucking morning. Nearly… Read More schussching. or however you spell it.
Uncle Crappy 