WordPress says I’ve put up 25 posts — this would be the 26th — so far in June. The calendar says its June 27. I need a couple days of double posts to make sure I’m sort of NaBloPoMo compliant. I’m still not certain exactly what entails “NaBloPoMo compliance.” I may let you guys decide… Read More 26. almost-end-of-the-month bullets.
Sometime around 9 p.m. Saturday night, I tweeted the following: Never had a higher musical moment than right now. Ever. I’ve been doing this for a while. I saw my first Grateful Dead show at Blossom Music Center — the same building where I saw Phish last night with Mrs. Crappy and Dr. Yohe —… Read More 14. best ever?
I had the pleasure of meeting Helen Thomas years ago, when she visited OU for some journalism event. While she was in town, she made a point to stop at the offices of The Post to talk with newspaper kids for a while. We were, understandably, in awe. This would have been 1993 or so,… Read More 8. tarnished.
I freaking love this.
This will perhaps be the most anti-climatic post in the history of Uncle Crappy, but here we go: The Jim Lokay-Tall Cathy Mariachi Night Tequila Dance. Background: That morning, Jim — whom you may or may not know is the greatest television traffic guy of all time — and I and a crew of the… Read More at one time, this was a big deal.
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.
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