24. almost.
Skiing? Probably not quite yet.
Skiing? Probably not quite yet.
OK. As soon as work is done, I’m grabbing my skis and driving north. If you know of anyone who lives in the Meadville/Erie area who has, say, a hilly front yard, feel free to send directions.
Newcomers to Uncle Crappy should probably be aware of something: I’m a freak for stuff like this: When you see radar like this in April, you know you’ve got a good chance of seeing some decent thunderstorms. When you see it in November, it means something different. Winter’s getting ready to start. I’m not saying… Read More 5. starting.
I’m going to have to start writing more than once a week. The football. It was good. It was also beastly hot, nasty enough that everyone in our group had bailed by the end of the third quarter. But what we did get to see was reassuring. Boeckman seems to have a good thing going… Read More late.
If this shot had been taken on November 5, I would have posted something manically enthusiastic about Big Ten football being played outside in the bitter cold and snow and this is how the world should be. I might have even mentioned something about skiing once the Michigan game was done. If this shot had… Read More c’mon…
If you take a look at the blob of rain and thunderstorms that’s rolling through the Upper Midwest as we speak, you’ll probably come to the same conclusion I do: My ski season is over. (What — you didn’t come to that conclusion? Hm…) That rain gets to Pittsburgh tomorrow afternoon and continues through Friday.… Read More soggy.