I am surrounded by babies. This isn’t new. My friends from college had their baby explosion a few years ago. My sister and Mrs. Crappy’s cousins joined them, but I think they’re all about done by now. Now, my Pittsburgh friends and their families — as well as a few co-workers — are doing their… Read More i’m walkin’.
I’ve come to know a pretty good number of cops because of work. It’s not something you think about when you’ve been pulled over and the guy is walking up to your car window, but the ones I know? They’re just regular people. And they’ve chosen to work an extraordinarily difficult and dangerous job. On… Read More my neighbor.
“Tonight, Uncle Crappy is wearing a lively ensemble — a wrinkled shirt from Old Navy, stunning Eddie Bauer cargo pants and ravishing work boots from Target. Doesn’t he look fabulous?” I can’t wait to hear what Kojo has to say tomorrow.
Things are better. You might even say I’m cautiously optimistic. OK. I gotta go buy a new vacuum.
What do you do? What do you do when you’re watching a friend kill himself? When you’ve talked to him, over and over and over, about his choices and their consequences? When you know he needs comfort, but all you really feel is anger? When you’ve told him before you’d walk away? What do you… Read More many questions.
This escaped my attention in early November, but it’s definitely worth mentioning now. Among the latest inductees into the Strong National Museum of Play’s National Toy Hall of Fame: the Stick. From a press release issued Nov. 6 by the Rochester, N.Y., museum: Found in all sizes in nature, sticks inspire spontaneous, unstructured play and… Read More stuck.
Uncle Crappy 