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class is in session.
My annual geography lesson for the nice people at CBS who decide who gets to watch which games where: OK. We’re in Pittsburgh. That’s in the western part of Pennsylvania, that rectangular-looking state in yellow in the eastern part of the country. The local school plays in the Big East, a conference that encompasses much… Read More class is in session.
a necktie will make you die.
Mrs. Crappy and I are seeing these guys — the Carolina Chocolate Drops — on Thursday night, thanks entirely to Mrs. Crappy. She had heard them on World Cafe a while back and has been dealing with a mild obsession ever since. She has that North Carolina connection with the band — she lived in… Read More a necktie will make you die.
it rocked.
Seriously. We waited two hours to get on the ice and once we were there we didn’t mind a bit. The club holds more thorough learn-to-curl sessions, probably in the fall, and I fully intend on going back for one of those.
this rocks.
I’ve been looking forward to today as much as nearly anything all winter. This evening, a bunch of us will meet at the Island Sports Center to give curling a try for the first time. I’ve been a freak about this sport after watching all I could during the last two Olympics, and tonight I… Read More this rocks.
not in my backyard.
At the risk of sounding like my buddy Bobby, today we’re going to talk about local news. My ears perked up while listening to the noon news on Wednesday, when WPXI told us about a bust of 26 gang members from Northview Hights and Brighton Heights. I know there are sections of my new neighborhood… Read More not in my backyard.
Uncle Crappy 