After a thorough research session — meaning I looked up the names and the odds on the internet — I am proud to present to you the official House of Crappy Kentucky Derby Picks: Mrs. Crappy: Sidney’s Candy (Something about hockey, she said). Uncle Crappy: Paddy O’Prado (I’m just digging the name).
You may recall that on the last day of November — quite possibly while I was delirious upon completing yet another National Blog Posting Month — I made you guys a promise: That I would complete the half-marathon portion of the Pittsburgh Marathon. You know, the one that’s being run on Sunday morning. OK. As… Read More on the run.
In the four times I’d seen Wilco prior to this month’s show at the Carnegie Music Hall in Oakland, one song — Via Chicago, probably the most precise example of what the band is about — had escaped my set lists. So I was quietly thrilled when Tweedy started strumming the chords on his acoustic… Read More breathtaking.
Five years ago, I went through a great deal of public angst over whether to attend my 20th high school reunion. That angst was prompted by a not-so-hot time at the 10th reunion which was followed by a boycott of the 15th. And as I told you before, my trepidation over the 20th was unfounded.… Read More a different reunion.
I have no advice as to what the Stillers should do with their douchebag quarterback. I’m not a Stillers fan; it’s not my place. But if this were to ever happen? I’d never be a Browns fan again.
We took a trip to visit my sister and her family in Florida a couple weeks ago. Yes, I’m writing about it just now. Shut up. * Mrs. Crappy’s main mission for the week was to spend as much time on beach as possible, and I think we did that. On the first day —… Read More trip.
Uncle Crappy 