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.
At noon on September 18, the Ohio University Bobcats, the football team of my Alma Mater, visits Ohio Stadium in Columbus to play the Ohio State Buckeyes, that, uh, other college football team that seems to monopolize my attention every fall. This fall’s meeting will be just the third time OU has played Ohio State… Read More wouldn’t miss it.
For the second time this year, Mrs. Crappy and I have appeared in a WPXI See and Be Seen slide show. The first time was back in the spring, when they showed up to cover my Craft Beer School session downtown. And the above photo was taken from their coverage of Secret Agent L’s Laura’s… Read More high society.
Last week was an odd one, and it left me sort of unmotivated to write about all the cool stuff that was going on while I was in a funk. My cousin’s death had something to do with it; the fact that I changed my normal Sunday-through-Thursday schedule to accommodate some vacations at work probably… Read More weakly.
I spent the late morning and early afternoon with some of my favorite moms anywhere (along with one non-mom who I think would be a good one if she chooses to go that route). And I had a blast. However. With all that parental savvy and experience I spent two hours with today, could one… Read More it burns.
No matter what my Pittsburgh friends think — or would have liked to see — the state of Ohio failed to burn down after the departure of a basketball player last week. This departure, however, is a pretty big deal. And a much more important reason to be upset. Thanks, Harvey, for sharing your life… Read More pekar.
Uncle Crappy 