If I’m going to do this Craft Beer School thing — and I am — I need to make sure my game is in good shape. (You know about the Craft Beer School gig, right? If you hurry, you could score one of the few remaining tickets…) A couple years ago, when I was writing… Read More time to study.
Seriously. We waited two hours to get on the ice and once we were there we didn’t mind a bit. The club holds more thorough learn-to-curl sessions, probably in the fall, and I fully intend on going back for one of those.
My weekend didn’t start off so hot, but it improved rapidly. And things have only gotten better from there. Despite a rough last-minute assignment Thursday afternoon, I made it to the Tweetup at Pipers. And boy, did I need it. Friday was appropriately lazy. I had planned on skiing, but Snowmageddeon 12 (or whichever it… Read More better and better.
I’ve been looking forward to today as much as nearly anything all winter. This evening, a bunch of us will meet at the Island Sports Center to give curling a try for the first time. I’ve been a freak about this sport after watching all I could during the last two Olympics, and tonight I… Read More this rocks.
At the risk of sounding like my buddy Bobby, today we’re going to talk about local news. My ears perked up while listening to the noon news on Wednesday, when WPXI told us about a bust of 26 gang members from Northview Hights and Brighton Heights. I know there are sections of my new neighborhood… Read More not in my backyard.
My friend Ethel just finished a post that mentioned how this song, Roger Miller’s “King of the Road,” got stuck in her mom’s head recently, prompting a mother-daughter singalong while they strolled around her mother’s nursing home. I can’t think about this song without thinking of REM, and the boozy version that was included on… Read More a man of means by no means.
Uncle Crappy 