wishful.
I hear Hampton, Va., is lovely this time of year. Especially, say, this weekend. I wish I was there. — Flickr photo: “Hampton Coliseum,” by maalivahti.
I hear Hampton, Va., is lovely this time of year. Especially, say, this weekend. I wish I was there. — Flickr photo: “Hampton Coliseum,” by maalivahti.
Earlier this week I heard from a high school acquaintance, ostensibly about helping him write a book that would expose all the evils of capitalism. We’ve had a brief discussion about this before, at the wedding of a mutual friend. I wasn’t especially interested at that point, but I gave him my contact information and… Read More substantial.
I said at one point a few years ago that I was done talking about Maurice Clarett. That was a promise I’ve largely kept. But something’s changed, and I think it’s worth addressing, especially since I wrote him off as the 2006 football season was getting underway and he was starting a stint in prison.… Read More maurice, redux.
I could be wrong, but my season may be done.
@ The first-ever Mrs. Crappy Weekend was an unqualified success. We had a relaxing Sunday, the highlight of which was a nice breakfast at First Watch in Cranberry with Woy and (surprise!) Father Spoon. And then there was napping and work (for me) and leisurely shopping (for Mrs. Crappy). She was more than sufficiently cheered… Read More success.
When the guys who own the Penn Brewery announced last year that they were looking for a new home for the restaurant — and shipping off their brewing duties to the Lion Brewery in Wilkes-Barre — my gut feeling was that we’d never see Penn brewed in Pittsburgh again. I am very happy to say… Read More staying home.