By the time you read this, I should be on my way home from the Honda dealer in my No Really It’s Actually Fixed This Time, 10-Year-Old, 245,000-Miles-On-It Element. At least, that’s what I was promised this afternoon. I don’t really have lot to add at this point — unless the car isn’t actually fixed,… Read More 9. elementary.
Meet Charlie. Charlie, meet the internet. I don’t think either one of us walked into the Animal Rescue League’s shelter on Saturday with the notion that we’d be adopting a cat. Sure, it’s been months since Miles died, and I was feeling like it was time for a new cat in the house … and… Read More 8. mister charlie.
I found a cool old bow tie at the Pittsburgh Vintage Mixer this morning. I had tamales for lunch. We bought our first East End Brewing crowlers. Oh. We adopted a cat. There will be pix and stuff when we bring him home tomorrow.
I look a little bit demented in this picture, but the happiness on my face is genuine. Unfortunately, it didn’t last. I took that selfie outside of one of the two shops that worked for more than two weeks to restore my Element to its former glory. It had been pronounced fixed earlier on Friday;… Read More 6. not yet.
I started running in October 2011. And I got to the point where I craved. it. It was important back then. I was a 45-year-old fat guy, working a stressful job and hoping against hope that my family’s medical history — heart issues, diabetes, hypertension — wouldn’t catch up with me for a while. And… Read More 5. run for your life.
Bluegrass music works any time of the year. But for me, the best time of the year for bluegrass — especially the hippie-grass I love so much — is right now. The air is cool and maybe a little misty, like we’re in a mountain town at dusk. The smells are distinctive: old, dry leaves,… Read More 4. grassy.
Uncle Crappy 