Old habits die hard. And I’m still a fan of the network evening news shows, something that have been a staple of my life since I was a kid. When I was 10 and watching Walter Cronkite, I don’t think I paid much attention to the commercials and what they said about the demographics of… Read More hi. wilford. nice to meet you.
I’m not ready. But I kind of have to be. Until very recently, the milestone I’m approaching — that would be turning 50 in almost exactly 14 months — has mostly been a source of comedy for me. It’s easy to joke about the difference in ages between me and pretty much all of my… Read More gray.
My brain has been occupied by two things today. 1) A text conversation with Mrs. Crappy that ended with us concluding that a Florida trip — our first financially feasible one in years — is in order later this year. E: How do we go about inviting ourselves to Naples this summer? 2) Another text… Read More torn.
Happy birthday to me.
My former colleagues know me so well. When it came time for my going-away party, I suspected there was a decent chance that I might take home a bottle of beer or two. And my friends at The Times didn’t let me down. I mean, who could not get excited about a thoughtful, carefully considered… Read More a special six.
I’ll be able to expound upon this in greater detail later this month — like, say, in about a week — but I do need to say that tonight was an exceptionally odd night at Piper’s. But we got to see Cindy — a rare and wonderful occurrence — and Mrs. Crappy took me to… Read More 7. #asistradition
Uncle Crappy 