At the moment, Accuweather is calling for partly cloudy skies and high temps in the 40s for the first part of next week. That’s the forecast for Snowmass Village, which sits at about 8,500 feet. It’ll be colder at the top of the Cirque platter pull, shown here from last year’s trip, because that elevation… Read More weather or not.
Four more days of work. Two days of packing. And by 1:30 p.m. — Mountain Time — on Sunday, we’ll be in Aspen. I have school board meetings and Sunday features between then and now, but that stuff seem less and less important as each minute passes. Accuweather is even looking for snow late in… Read More countdown.
OK. The Grounghog thing is done. We delayed the trip to Columbus for a week because we were exhausted. So what did we do this weekend? Went skiing. Twice. Well, I went twice, on Friday to Seven Springs, and on Saturday to Hidden Valley with The Wife, who’s still trying to figure out why ski… Read More boots.
Oh, we did well this weekend. Ethel, who was expecting a quiet birthday dinner with Fred, Uncle Crappy and The Wife, was very surprised and quite pleased when she came around the corner and saw 15 friends waiting at the table in the Arena District Buca. She was even more pleased when she found that… Read More ass, kicked.
The next time you hear from Uncle Crappy, he’ll be writing from a beach somewhere in Florida. It’s a only a short break, boys and girls, but it’s extremely necessary. Rum drinks for everyone…
The beauty of a bar band is that on any given night, you can walk in, grab a seat in the back and for a cost of a few bottles of beer, you can see a performance that will change your life, the kind of thing that caused Jon Landau to start raving when he… Read More bovine.
Uncle Crappy 