7. interesting.
I found a cool old bow tie at the Pittsburgh Vintage Mixer this morning. I had tamales for lunch. We bought our first East End Brewing crowlers. Oh. We adopted a cat. There will be pix and stuff when we bring him home tomorrow.
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6. not yet.
I look a little bit demented in this picture, but the happiness on my face is genuine. Unfortunately, it didn’t last. I took that selfie outside of one of the two shops that worked for more than two weeks to restore my Element to its former glory. It had been pronounced fixed earlier on Friday;… Read More 6. not yet.
5. run for your life.
I started running in October 2011. And I got to the point where I craved. it. It was important back then. I was a 45-year-old fat guy, working a stressful job and hoping against hope that my family’s medical history — heart issues, diabetes, hypertension — wouldn’t catch up with me for a while. And… Read More 5. run for your life.
4. grassy.
Bluegrass music works any time of the year. But for me, the best time of the year for bluegrass — especially the hippie-grass I love so much — is right now. The air is cool and maybe a little misty, like we’re in a mountain town at dusk. The smells are distinctive: old, dry leaves,… Read More 4. grassy.
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.
Uncle Crappy 