Halfway through our trip we awoke to a sunny, blue-skyed Minnesota morning. Over a decidedly mediocre motel breakfast, Ted and I set about trying to rate all the stadia we had already been to in our lifetimes. For a long time, I had Pittsburgh’s now-departed Three Rivers Stadium as my worst ever. Between bites of … Continue reading
I have seen the film The Family Stone a number of times despite it really being a mediocre, at best, film. First of all, it was one of those films wherein the trailer essentially lied about its plot. To watch it, you would think it was a slapstick comedy of hijinks and tomfoolery surrounding a … Continue reading
Who really knows anymore?
juice, crackers. tv.
All the mid-life, none of the crisis
The Four Father 