My friend Ethel just finished a post that mentioned how this song, Roger Miller’s “King of the Road,” got stuck in her mom’s head recently, prompting a mother-daughter singalong while they strolled around her mother’s nursing home. I can’t think about this song without thinking of REM, and the boozy version that was included on… Read More a man of means by no means.
I’ve done this here once before, but after a fun Twitter discussion tonight, I thought we”d try again. We’ve been talking about our first concerts. Some of us have some cringe-worthy choices (although many of us can blame those on parents) and some got to see some great stuff the first time they saw a… Read More first time, again.
How much fun do we have on our Groundhog weekends? I’m actually not permitted to say, but I thought I’d offer yinz guys this glimpse. Remember meeting @drunkdude69 at Podcamp? He’s the one responsible for this gem, which is only the greatest song ever written about Punxsutawney: Need a little — just a little —… Read More glimpse.
Hi. My name is Uncle Crappy, and it’s been six days since my last post. (Hi, Uncle Crappy.) In and of itself, six days isn’t a big deal for me — in fact, I used to take longer breaks, intentional or not, pretty regularly. But I did just promise a couple weeks ago that I… Read More remember me?
Because it’s happened before.
Sonofabitch. I missed the birthday of Uncle Crappy. Six years ago yesterday, I wrote the first post for Uncle Crappy, while I was working a night shift at the paper and waiting for some weather to hit Pittsburgh so I could write what was likely the first weather story of that winter (Fun fact —… Read More 34. six.
Uncle Crappy 