By this time tomorrow, I will be basking in the glow of a successfully completed Craft Beer School. (Actually, at this time tomorrow, I’ll be back in the newsroom, typing in election results. Small newsroom, election night — there’s pretty much no way around it…) I’ve done a lot of bitching about being nervous… Read More in session.
When I wrote a year ago about joining the Burgh Moms and Dads on their walk around the north shore — the annual fundraiser for the March of Dimes — I was proud to say that our group of friends had successfully finished a YinzTeam baby boom, all babies present and accounted for. Mrs. Crappy… Read More not done walking.
This will perhaps be the most anti-climatic post in the history of Uncle Crappy, but here we go: The Jim Lokay-Tall Cathy Mariachi Night Tequila Dance. Background: That morning, Jim — whom you may or may not know is the greatest television traffic guy of all time — and I and a crew of the… Read More at one time, this was a big deal.
I may have mentioned before that I’m co-hosting the Pittsburgh Cultural Trust’s Craft Beer School session in May with my buddy Tony Knipling of Vecenie’s Distributing. I may have also mentioned that there are no tickets left for the class, unless the trust releases a few the day of the session. I’d love to take… Read More time for class.
You may recall that on the last day of November — quite possibly while I was delirious upon completing yet another National Blog Posting Month — I made you guys a promise: That I would complete the half-marathon portion of the Pittsburgh Marathon. You know, the one that’s being run on Sunday morning. OK. As… Read More on the run.
In the four times I’d seen Wilco prior to this month’s show at the Carnegie Music Hall in Oakland, one song — Via Chicago, probably the most precise example of what the band is about — had escaped my set lists. So I was quietly thrilled when Tweedy started strumming the chords on his acoustic… Read More breathtaking.
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