Jesus. If we’re going to keep doing this, something has to change. We go to Pittsburgh for fun. We go to Pittsburgh for art. We go to Pittsburgh for music. We go to Pittsburgh for beer. When friends come out — as Fred and Ethel are in a couple of weeks — we get hotel… Read More revelation.
The Indians’ season opener is just a couple of hours away. Ohio State plays for the men’s basketball national title tonight. In the greater Pittsburgh area, it’s already 65 degrees under perfectly sunny skies. Question: Could someone please tell me why in the hell I came to work today?
Ahh, the midwinter doldrums. Work is less exciting, not a whole lot of fun outside the office, and potential Uncle Crappy posts get piled up in my brain like the mounds of laundry I have to get around to doing one of these days. Last week was a little frustrating, because on Monday I had… Read More well. uh. see…
It’s a common premise of this blog that Uncle Crappy is a little slow on the uptake. If you’ve forgotten any of the numerous previous examples, I remind you of the Great Airconditioning Debacle of 2006. I like technology. I don’t have the money to always keep up with the latest stuff, but I try… Read More life in the fast lane.
When I arrived home from work this evening, I gingerly exited the air-conditioned car, walked through the steaming 88-degree air … and into an air-conditioned house, a blissful 72 degrees inside. The Wife walked up, gave me a hug and thanked me for insisting on the AC. And though he isn’t sure why, Miles is… Read More thankyouthankyouthankyouthanky…
Phil was hot. Our apartment, as of today, is not. An exceptional weekend in Columbus was highlighted by two things: the Phil and Friends show at Lifestyle Communities Pavilion in the Arena District, and a full day of hanging out with our nephews and niece at the original Uncle Crappy homestead. I’ve said this before:… Read More hot. damn hot.
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