Since we moved to Pittsburgh in 2008, I’ve looked up at this hill and thought: “I could ski that.” It’s easy to see from I-279, especially as you head south towards the city. And you probably already know that there’s a Target and a Sam’s Club up there. These thoughts have plagued me even before… Read More 6. ski target.
I arrived in Athens, Ohio, in the fall of 1985. As I moved in at Washington Hall, I met my roommate for the first time. He had all the normal moving into college stuff — clothes, some music, stuff to hang on the walls. But he also had a small, black vinyl bag, like a… Read More 5. thought different.
It was still dark at 6:45 this morning. A little misty, a little cool. And not once did I think about going back to bed. No, I wandered around the neighborhood for about two miles. A little more walking than running. The running part felt pretty good, and when the nice British lady on Couch… Read More 4. i didn’t die.
Those of you who have been here for a while might remember a promise I made nearly two years ago — that one where I said I was going to run a half-marathon the following year. Have you stopped laughing yet? It’s OK — I haven’t either. The unfunny part about that promise is how… Read More 3. run away.
I’ve long since given up on strictly following the monthly NaBloPoMo writing prompts — hell, this summer, I’ve mostly given up on posting at all — but as I try to come up with a post a day during October, the NaBloPoMo folks have come up with a good one. Between. Fall — and October… Read More 2. the days between.
On a Tuesday night in late May, I was horrified to discover that my wedding ring was gone. I looked that night, even though it was almost midnight when I noticed it was gone. I looked for several days around the house. I even used a freaking metal detector to poke around in the yard.… Read More 1. complete.
Uncle Crappy 