A good bit of the meager amount of content posted to Uncle Crappy recently has been about grief, specifically about how I’ve tried to deal with the death of Juan two plus years ago. That came up again this week, as I returned to Columbus for a day or two so I could help Juan’s… Read More homework.
One year ago today, I sat down at my desk in the newsroom, to start work for the day and to assess what I might need from my cube to make working at home a little more comfortable. I didn’t need to bring much, I thought — I mean, how long could this thing last?… Read More one year later.
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This is the only photo I took during the day today. (And Mrs. Crappy won’t be happy to see this one.) It wasn’t for a lack of opportunities. On the surface, this was an amazing day, mostly because Mrs. Crappy had a rare Sunday off and I was able to spend the entire day with… Read More a day.
I thought I had already said goodbye to Derrick. When I found out last week that he had died, I realized I was wrong. And this was harder than I thought it would be. I hadn’t seen Derrick since … my wedding, maybe, almost 17 years ago? I have a more definite memory of my… Read More another lifetime ago.
One more year. Still no Pulitzers.
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