If you know me, you know one of my very favorite things about Pittsburgh is the annual Three Rivers Arts Festival. If you know me a little better, you know that my very favorite thing about the arts festival is the series of free, nightly concerts, which return to the point this year. As I… Read More a concerted effort.
I’ve never had a bad experience at PNC Park. But then, I’ve never attended a ballgame with someone in a wheelchair. The World’s Coolest Mother-In-Law arrived in town Friday night for a visit, the centerpiece of which was attendance at Saturday night’s baseball game. The really big deal about this? Taking Mrs. Crappy’s 96-year-old grandmother… Read More PNC parked.
Some people, like Bill Guerin on the left, can grow a good playoff beard. Some people, like Sidney Crosby, get points for the effort. Since about a week before the NHL playoffs began, my goatee has been untouched by anything but shampoo and a comb. Put me in, coach. I’m old and slow, but I’ll… Read More hairy.
If you showed up hungry, you came to the right place. If you left hungry, you did it wrong. Mindbling and Pgha pulled off yet another epic Tweetup, this time bringing us together over a pile of wings from all over town. If you didn’t make it there Saturday evening, you missed: Wings, the best… Read More winged.
Three miles and more than $5,200. And the funny thing was, neither was especially difficult. I met these lovely ladies and gentlemen just after 9 a.m. Saturday morning, to make good on our pledge to walk for Maddie in the March of Dimes’ March for Babies. I got to meet some of my favorite internet… Read More walked.
As I mentioned before, Mrs. Crappy and I both have been suffering from The Plague this week. Fortunately, the affliction that has clogged our heads and chests has not done much to hinder our appetites – and that has led us to the discovery of a Pittsburgh institution we had managed to miss for years.… Read More heaven in a cardboard box.
Uncle Crappy 