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Seaside Humor II

     As you will recall from our last thrilling episode, we were looking through a portfolio of beach postcards produced in 1948 by Curteich.  These accordion-pleated collections were essentially cartoon collections, the postcards printed on both sides of the page (as opposed to other similar portfolios where you could tear out and mail individual cards.) Continue reading “Seaside Humor II”

Seaside Humor

     A perennial difficulty with postcards, from the day these started including pictures until today, is that finding a card which would be perfect for Cousin Tabitha is never enough.  If the card is really perfect to send Tabitha from your vacation spot it’s good enough to keep, too.  One answer to this is toContinue reading “Seaside Humor”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER II

     Bott stepped back onto the bridge and glowered at the delicate instrumentation.  It had taken a day just to figure out how to flush the toilet.  How long would it take hi to master flying the ship?      His eyes passed across seats and control consoles so elegantly incorporated into the walls and floorContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER II”

FICTION FRIDAY: Know-It-All

     “Now, you’ve got it, right?  I want to be transported to 1962.  For real, and as myself, knowing what I know.  No changes.  Me, Durward Bailey as I am in 2024…only give me different clothes.”      “Different clothes,” murmured the massive brown caterpillar.      Durward strode from his desk to his unmade bed andContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Know-It-All”

Feeding or Fooling?

     Have I mentioned—more than thirty times—that this is not a food blog?  But maybe what I am writing about here doesn’t count.  Folks on the Interwebs have differing opinions on this (as with everything else) so let’s not wait around.      The appearance on the market of Coca-Cola flavored Oreos (good stuff) and OscarContinue reading “Feeding or Fooling?”

DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER I

     The curve of space, vast and beautiful beyond comprehension, was no more beautiful than the Drover.  Immense for a ship as the immeasurable parabola was for the universe, she was the product of three generations of engineers trained from birth for her construction.  The Drover had been intended for a century and more toContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER I”

Next Season’s Greetings

     Look, nobody said you have to start singing “Little Drummer Boy”.      I understand, okay?  A lot of you have jokes about “pumpkin spice already?” you’re planning to toss at people.  Been there.  Do it myself.  But this is not part of the popular hatred for impending holidays (and/or winter) but an expression ofContinue reading “Next Season’s Greetings”

FUZZ ORDANED: Sunset

     Unfirom, hands folded behind his back, was studying the crowd at the tennis court.  None of these came within the bounds of his assignment, but this changed sometimes after a single lob.      He felt a sense of foreboding, perhaps involving tennis, perhaps not.  Anyone who dealt regularly with phronik felt foreboding every fewContinue reading “FUZZ ORDANED: Sunset”

More Bygones

     I was told over and over as a child—it was one of those things teachers felt we should know—that jack o’lanterns were originally made of turnips, not pumpkins.  We all wanted to know whether they had birthday cake candles in those days, but that was all we ever got: in the olden days, peopleContinue reading “More Bygones”