once again.
One more year. Still no Pulitzers.
Tag: mild irritation
26. life’s mysteries.
Christmas lights sit in the attic for 11 months of the year, completely undisturbed. So how is it that half of the strands I need to light our house managed to not be working when I pulled them out today?
3. out of my element.
When my Element — my 10-year-old, 245,000-miles-on-it Element — ran into a deer two weeks ago, I was crestfallen. Though I was able to drive it home, the damage was bad, and I assumed that our insurance company would total the best car I’ve ever owned. But as I found out just a day later,… Read More 3. out of my element.
2. the wrong kind of crunch.
Free food. It’s a journalism tradition. All summer long, stuff from the gardens of colleagues shows up at work. There are likely to be doughnuts on random mornings, just because someone was hungry for them. Fresh-baked cookies? Sure. Leftover stunt food that is to illustrate a cooking story or restaurant review? Yep. And there will… Read More 2. the wrong kind of crunch.
hi. wilford. nice to meet you.
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.
gray.
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.
Uncle Crappy 