Because I’m not too bright, I failed to make the obvious connection between this week’s two social highlights until today. On Tuesday, we had our first-ever Pho Down, which I hope becomes the inaugural event of the Great Pittsburgh Pho Tour. On Sunday, Mrs. Crappy, Doctor Yohe and I are seeing moe. at the Carnegie… Read More i’m an idiot.
Bad behavior on the part of Pittsburgh drivers in our tunnels is a given, but what happened to us on Saturday night was a bit unusual anyway. My single biggest gripe about our tunnels? Despite the fact that we all drive through them frequently, they’re still apparently something of a surprise, so we have to… Read More crashed.
I recently discovered a new religion. I’m not sure what to call my new spiritual calling, but I can tell you it involves eating as much pho as I can get my hands on. I had been curious since my buddy Spoon started raving about it last summer; a couple weeks go, we found ourselves… Read More go for pho.
An Uncle Crappy Problem: I forgot to bring headphones when I went to Seven Springs today, so I had to ski without my usual soundtrack.* An Actual Problem: One hundred and fifty Haitian orphans, many of whom are this close having their adoptions finalized, who need to get out of the country. Their orphanage collapsed… Read More problems and solutions.
School kids across the region got a snow day on Friday. It’s been a long time since I was a school kid, but I took one anyway. Following both your advice* and my instincts, I left early Friday for Seven Springs. The trip there wasn’t especially rough, with the exception of one squall I drove… Read More snow day.
I’ve been checking my digits — all of them — regularly, and it appears I’ve survived my second New Year’s Day swim in the Mon. But I’m not the only one. Mrs. Crappy, who had to miss our inaugural swim a year ago because of work, took the plunge for the first time Friday morning,… Read More did it again.
Uncle Crappy 