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A Toast to Cinnamon

Getting really tired of this, America. Where is our sense of historic preservation? Why is there no reliable place where we can look to find the names of those heroes and heroines who have made our lives worth living? Are we so caught up in proving we are the peak of civilization that weContinue reading “A Toast to Cinnamon”

FUZZ ORDAINED: Vera Veritas

Lewis Switzer regarded the world around him as he did himself: with a grand benevolent satisfaction. That the air hinted at impending rain worried him as little as did his own faults, and he found nothing displeasing about the slightly shabby park around him (as it included the limber limbs and interestingly torn shortsContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: Vera Veritas”

FICTION FRIDAY: Astray

It didn’t seem quite right to be out here without her walker. They kept telling her not to go out without her walker. But Edith had no very clear idea where it was. Of course, That Christa would scold her again but there was no help for it. She just had no clue whereContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Astray”

Architectural Pride

I understand, honest I do. You spent a lot of time and money on your building. You’re proud of it. The architect promised this would be a building which would stand the test of time, and you want people to see it. By what right do I call the child of your corporate dreamsContinue reading “Architectural Pride”

FUZZ ORDAINED: Griese Park

“Yay for us! One more for our side!” Sweet Pea was flinging flower petals which could be smelled but not seen by those outside the pastel world of the park phronik. Her partners danced a little mid-air dance, watching Arthur and Julia move slowly down the walk, occasionally brushing a little grass orContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: Griese Park”

Yawns Out Yonder

Once upon a time, there existed a series of plain oblong volumes called “Boring Postcards”, in which the editors reprinted what they considered some of the blandest, least interesting postcards ever produced. They eventually begged for mercy and terminated the series, as the more postcards they showed off, the more people sent to them,Continue reading “Yawns Out Yonder”

That Bustling Throng

Once upon a time, Chicago decided to retool the Loop. State Street, in those days a bustling shopping district, was redesigned with bigger sidewalks and smaller streets. Motor vehicles were banned except for cabs and buses, and the whole area was renamed the “State Street That Great Street Mall”. Vast sidewalks would give peopleContinue reading “That Bustling Throng”

FUZZ ORDAINED: Air Academics

Arthur Braling was less prepossessing in the world of primary colors, but so many things are. He was not without a certain charm, red curls combed high above a bright, eager face. He wore a red necktie over a white shirt, not because Mershon College had any rules about this, but because he happened toContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: Air Academics”

On My Summer Vacation I….

The unofficial start of summer, Memorial Day, has come and gone, despite the fact that June is not quite here yet, and the vacation season is upon us. Vacations became a major subject with postcard artists around mid-century, when postcards stopped being everyday communication ad became brief messages from far away (postage went up,Continue reading “On My Summer Vacation I….”

Mouths of Babes

We have discussed hereintofore the ways in which postcards were the texts of their generation: a quick message (which, in some areas, allowed a person to send a message in the morning, get an answer before lunch, and reply by sunset). We have also discussed how the characters on the card could speak forContinue reading “Mouths of Babes”