I knew I had read something, perhaps in the spring, about the possibility. But until I heard a piece on NPR’s Morning Edition on the morning of Dec. 12 that I remembered — Westvleteren 12 was on sale. In my country. A brief bit of background: Westvleteren is brewed by an order of Trappist monks in… Read More belgium. via florida.
Your Pittsburgh-area forecast: When we move to Canada, it won’t be because of a politician. It’ll be because they still have winter up there.
UPDATE: A number of people whose opinions about college football I respect have pointed out that I could be wrong about this, especially when considering short-term pain (yet another freaking SEC championship) versus long-term pain (Oh, god, Notre Dame fans shut up already). Perhaps I should reconsider. Or perhaps I should just watch the end of… Read More unpleasant decisions.
You know what will instantly wash away all of the hassles of the previous year? Jumping in an icy river on January 1. After my initial doubts, I went back to the Mon for the fifth-straight year — and I’m glad I did. This year was not without some unusual problems. Jenda somehow managed to… Read More out of the gate.
Whew. That year, 2012, was rough in a lot of ways. As you may have gathered from my six-month sabbatical. But when we were able to set aside the pain-in-the-ass stuff, 2012 was also a lot of fun — shows, football, family … and more friends than I could begin to count. I’ve done some… Read More still sappy.
After a little begging and pleading, I am pleased to say that enough of you have volunteered to come out to the Mon Wharf on Tuesday morning that I’ll safely be able to plunge for the fifth straight year without worrying about breaking Mrs. Crappy’s Have Enough People To Haul Uncle Crappy’s Carcass Out Of… Read More yinz guys are awesome. and stupid.
Uncle Crappy 