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Monday Holiday

Of course, Presidents’ Day is now a holiday for honoring Calvin Coolidge and Benjamin Harrison and other great men, but it was originally a means of saving us from the horrors of having two holidays within two weeks of each other. Those of us who lived in ancient days celebrated the birthday of AbrahamContinue reading “Monday Holiday”

Metal Millinery

This blog does not really concern itself with current events. I’m going for material with long-lasting value, not observations on the passing scene. What’s that? You feel my observations on butt jokes on vintage postcards is material which will live on for the ages? Thank you; perhaps it will last at least as longContinue reading “Metal Millinery”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXI

“Should we try to climb the waterfall?” Nubry suggested. “Or slide down the drain?” A series of rooms in clashing colors had presented no real obstacles beyond an increasing difficulty in reaching the exits. Bott looked up the big grey rocks to the grey door waiting beyond the tumbling grey water. “No,Continue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XXI”

On the Side of Bacon

I have been known to complain about people paying no attention to this column, but the alternative has its drawbacks. Someone looked over the last expulsion of words about the difference between pork rinds and cracklin’s, considered the mention of “fatback”, and inquired, “So what about pork belly? That’s just bacon that hasn’t beenContinue reading “On the Side of Bacon”

Hogging the Snacks

Pork rinds, which I grew up associating with gas station vending machines and rather ark rundown taverns, now seem to be available at every grocery store and convenience store I go into. Last week, looking over all the different flavors and wondering once again what the difference is between these and the cracklings myContinue reading “Hogging the Snacks”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XX

Bott decided he was not going to vomit. Not so much because it would amuse the bilstim Emperor and dismay Nubry; it was a simple rule of survival. Lediark of the Loathsome had told him about imperial prisons in his younger days, before he had had any experience of them. “You don’t knowContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XX”

FICTION FRIDAY: RCFT

Apps just appeared on the screen without warning, sometimes, begging you to pay for them. Howard swiped past what was either an elderly woman with chickenpox or a slightly decayed horse’s head. “It’s down here.” Bob nodded, quickly easing from polite interest to polite boredom. By the time Howard had swiped to whatContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: RCFT”

Echo Kittens

We are not given, on this troubled spinning globe of ours, to decide when or where we are going down a rabbit hole. It is not among our powers to choose what rabbit hole we enter. I am probably wrong in the first place for even calling it a rabbit hole. Because I fellContinue reading “Echo Kittens”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIX

The Panoply now connected the Rhododendron to the Drover, creating a massive three-ship complex commanded by His Imperial Worship. This looked less loke one large ship than like a large, beautiful, elegant, heartbreakingly lovely ship which had run into two chunks of space debris. No one mentioned this to Sheriff Parimat, who knew itContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XIX”

Footnotes Afoot

Dealing with postcards of other days and ways can bring me to the occasional “Huh?” moment. While this can be entertaining to onlookers, it DOES leave me with the problem of providing footnotes to my wares. Take this entertaining cartoon, in which our hero, from out of town, asks a policeman, “So, Mr. Watchman,Continue reading “Footnotes Afoot”