A couple weeks ago Mrs. Crappy and I made a quick trip to Columbus to finally clean out a storage unit we’d had there since before we were married. We had the help of Fred, Ethel and Juan when we loaded the truck, but we unloaded it ourselves when we got back — on the… Read More good old days.
This is the exactly wrong way to do this, but the first part of this review won’t make a whole lot of sense to anyone who didn’t see Furthur at the LC Pavilion in Columbus Friday night. HOLYCRAPDIDYOUSEEHOWTHEYPLAYEDALONGWITHTHEFIREWORKS? KINGSOLOMONANDLETITGROW? ANDTHEMUSICANDTHEFIREWORKSENDINGATTHESAMETIME? DOOOOOOOD…. It’s easy for me to lapse into hippie babble when trying to describe Friday’s… Read More listen to the thunder shout.
Tomorrow’s going to be interesting — that’s the day we all get Droids at work. I’m not an Apple devotee to the degree that I feel compelled to stand in line on new gadget release days (although if we had more disposable income, all bets would be off). But I am an Apple guy, and… Read More 29. versus.
We take our tailgating pretty seriously. On home game weekends during the fall, we spend a lot of time planning, preparing and executing some pretty impressive spreads, whether we’re sprinting (getting ready for a noon game) or executing an all-day deal (a night game, usually with two complete meals). With the help of a good… Read More 28. tailgating tales.
So when Mrs. Crappy suggested that we take a bike ride down to the North Shore Trail this morning, I said “Sure!” while I thought that the hottest day of the year so far might not actually be the best time to ride down to the trail instead of driving to the parking lot just… Read More we didn’t die.
So the repair guy didn’t show up this morning, apparently because the customer service rep I spoke with told me “Wednesday” when what she meant to say was “Thursday.” If the guy shows up on Thursday he’s going to have a rough time because no one will be there to let him in except the… Read More barelytimetowait.
Uncle Crappy 