we’re going.
I may watch this every morning until the Stanley Cup Playoffs are done.
home stretch.
I’m mostly recovered from Ohio State’s stunning second-half collapse against Kansas last night — as well as our trip to Florida via Chicago — that I think I can string together a reasonably coherent progress report on the Seventh Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown). Or maybe not. Hey,… Read More home stretch.
this sounds good.
I think we will go there.
on the record.
When we visited the library last week, Mrs. Crappy found a book she thought would be right in my wheelhouse. And she was correct. Record Store Days is an ode to the romance of the dingy stores that occupied much of my time — and my money — from about age 10 until fairly recently.… Read More on the record.
blutarsky time.
We’ve started racking up points in the Seventh Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge (Brought To You By Bocktown); we’ve also figured out that we have a pretty good number of entries that just ain’t going anywhere. I’ve broken these down by points and those who have more points to earn. Let’s take a… Read More blutarsky time.
nipples.
I — we — had a good morning. Mrs. Crappy and I set off from the parking lot along the North Shore Trail a little after 9 this morning. Eight and a half miles later, I returned to the car. Mrs. Crappy? She did five miles, running most of the way. I am pleased, for… Read More nipples.
Uncle Crappy 