When we were in Columbus for the Fourth of July, we hatched a plan with Juan, who still hadn’t been to Pittsburgh to see our house: Come out for a weekend, bring your bike and we’ll spend Saturday riding around town. He came out on Friday, and on Saturday morning, we set out for what… Read More ride.
It’s not you. It’s me. Just about every single interaction I had with other people today — in the office, on the phone, on Twitter, at the store — left me grinding my teeth. In a couple of instances — like with the clerk at Home Depot who thought suggesting that I get a cart… Read More foul.
But the music — whether we’re talking about the steady stream of old stuff the band continues to release or tours by Furthur, Ratdog, Phil, the Rhythm Devils, etc. — is alive and well.
For the last 10 years or so, I’ve been fortunate to be part of a regular tailgate party in Columbus, with my family and the best friends I have anywhere. As you guys know, Ohio State football and the associated parties are a huge part of our lives every fall, and it takes a lot… Read More we are killer nuts.
Underclassmen report to campus today. Fall practices begin tomorrow. In 29 days and about four hours, we’ll be setting up our first tailgate of the 2010 season. I might be a little excited about this.
I used to give myself a massive case of the heebie-jeebies as I drove between Athens and Pittsburgh when Mrs. Crappy was still in school. Between Marietta and Belpre, there is a series of industrial plants — power plants and chemical plants, mainly — and especially at night, driving by the hulking scaffolds and towers… Read More freaking.
Uncle Crappy 