Hoo, that was an interesting few days. As Mr. Bearer and a few others pointed out, Mr. Baldridge’s offending post was taken down a few hours after my post went up. Seriously, Shannon, I hope you try again — just put a little effort into it next time, OK? I didn’t write a follow up… Read More multi-state bullets.
We have one more road trip of the summer — and if you’ve been reading Uncle Crappy for a while, you won’t be surprised one bit what we’re doing. We’ve been to the amphitheater at Darien Lake Performing Arts Center near Buffalo just once, to see The Dead in (I think) 2003. And despite the… Read More one more show.
By this time Tuesday, I’ll be stretched out in a tent on Kelleys Island. We will have had dinner cooked over a campfire. We will have had a few bottles of beer. We will have played a cutthroat game of Trivial Pursuit. And, if we’re lucky, we’ll have enjoyed a sunset like this one. If… Read More out.
Before we do this: We’ll do this: And even this: I am looking forward to all three.
It’s late because I just got home after working a 12-hour day. Those are fun. Wish I could do them more often. I have a bunch of stuff planned for this here blog, but I’m not going to get to any of it until Sunday. Which isn’t a big deal, because y’all won’t check until… Read More it’s late.
Meet Ken Scibetta and Ed Webster, the owners of the Lewiston Village Pub, an English-style bar in the western New York town where we spent the weekend. Mrs. Crappy found the pub’s website while we were planning for the trip, and we immediately decided we would have dinner there. The food sounded delicious, and we… Read More how it’s done.
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