welcome to march.
I love March. FAUCNFFC’s on the way next week, boys and girls. Make sure your brackets are ready.
I love March. FAUCNFFC’s on the way next week, boys and girls. Make sure your brackets are ready.
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.
When we came back into town the Sunday after Snowmageddeon, we noticed ski and snowboard tracks down the side of the hill near Target on Mount Nebo Road. I remember feeling a little envious, thinking that would have been an excellent opportunity for a midnight out-of-bounds run. I wasn’t the only one with that idea.… Read More my heroes.
For quite a while, I’ve been looking for something that would help me with work — writing filing stories while out of the office, updating work sites and accounts without being tethered to my desk — and I had high hopes for the tablet Apple introduced today. Yeah, the logical solution is a MacBook, but… Read More not quite iMpressed.
I just re-read the post I wrote this time a year ago, and it struck me — I’m doing the exact same thing I was doing 365 days ago — drinking barleywine, watching a Grateful Dead DVD (the same one, in fact) and thinking about the year that’s about to pass and the one that’s… Read More 2009 > 2010.
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.