LSJ Blogs: John Schneider

We pulled it off

No tornado. No unappetizing agricultural aromas. Not a drop of rain until midnight — and even then it was a shower that couldn’t make a handkerchief wet, let alone a blanket.

The tent stayed up. The mosquitoes stayed dead. The heat and humidity of previous days stayed away. The food drew raves. The DJ and bartender were congenial …
And, oh yeah, a marriage began.

L-R: My younger daughter, Caitlin (bridesmaid); my younger son, Benjamin (best man); the bride and groom (Roxanne and Justin: the bride's sister, Rachael (maid of honor) and groom's best bud, Jeff Struck (groomsman).

Down to the wire

It’s crunch time. When next  we meet, fellow bloglodytes, I’ll be an official father-in-law.

A person could starve

How long will the average office worker wait in line for a one-dollar sandwich?
Indefinitely, I guess.

Isn’t ‘intentionally set’ arson?

Regarding the fire at Discount Dave’s …
You may have noticed that while fire officials have concluded it was “intentionally  set,” they  stop short of calling it arson.

Somebody tell the police

Ear-splitting motorcycles ought to be against the law.
Oh — they are.

It was supposed to be THEIR party

That was a very weird vibe coming out of The Joe Friday night after the Penguins stunned the Wings in the seventh game of the Stanley Cup  playoffs.

Breaking news: A three-yolk egg

Mike Stacy gets the credit for that headline. But the three-yolk egg? That was all the chicken’s.

Second-hand doggy doo-doo

Now that we’ve wrestled second-hand smoke to the ground, what are we going to do about dogs defecating in the presence of al fresco diners?

While the getting is good

As both a taxpayer and a person with ties, past and present, to vehicles knocking on the door of “classic” status - but not pretty enough -  I’m intrigued by the so-called “cash for clunkers” plan approved Tuesday by the U.S. House of Representatives.

Too subtle for a T-shirt slogan

An anonymous state employee (I could tell by the e-mail address) sent me the following photo.
It depicts a T-shirt obviously, but I don’t know if it’s a real T-shirt, or a fictitious one.
I assume the message is sardonic, but nobody I’ve shown it to — including two veteran state Capitol reporters — could say exactly what that message is.