Three meals had been spoken for; the bonbon in the gold wrapper had departed, perhaps to return one day. Ada announced there would be tie enough to solve five murders before anything like food arrived. The dim light of a candle and gold-shaded globes in the ceiling fell now upon the body of evidence:Continue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter Thirteen”
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And Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women
This Seventies poster showing off a postcard from the Nineteen Twenties shows one of the matters of social history made obvious when one watches mid-century television programs. Everybody smoked. This can be explained only partially by observing that many shows were sponsored by tobacco companies. Those same companies had worked hard to make theirContinue reading “And Whiskey and Wild, Wild Women”
How To. Or Not
I’m used to hearing that the things I spent time learning in school are now obsolete, irrelevant or offensive. I was proud of my ability to identify British Guiana, French Guiana, and Dutch Guiana on the map of South America (they were in alphabetical order from left to right) but that’s a little lessContinue reading “How To. Or Not”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 12
The crisp, bright host led them to a table by a window. Matt stayed way back, damp and sagging in a suit which had already seen a full day’s work. Fog drifted past, outside the window. He was glad that it was outside and he, at last, was inside. Warm and damp was betterContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 12”
FICTION FRIDAY: Storybook Romance
“I’m doomed to live single forever.” “Oh, I don’t know. If Your Highness fixed up that haircut, and showered a little more often.” “That’s not the problem, My Lady. My parents offended my fairy godmother, Ashsiaix….” “Ashsiaix?” “Yes, the fairy godmother with white streaks in her purple eyebrows. My parentsContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Storybook Romance”
Gee Whiz
I was just standing there minding my own business, when the thought struck me. Just what IS the deal with that dog? Or horse? And exactly who’s the shady figure behind the deal? The Interwebs took some convincing before it would help at all. I KNOW the computer has done a lot toContinue reading “Gee Whiz”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 11
Matt took a fraction of a second, standing on the bottom step of the bus, to look for Marshall Silberwetter, or, more likely, one of his aides. Marshall himself would probably not bother to venture out into the thighbiting wind just to witness another of his wife’s assignations. That fraction of a secondContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 11”
See More Sea Shore
“Shall I sell you something, sir?” “Yer kinda cute. Whatcha got fer sale?” “Seashells.” “Seashells? We’s at da beach!” “Yes, sir. I sell seashells by the seashore.” “What the hey? I can walk all over and pick up my own seashells! Ya can’t make much doing ‘at?” “Well,Continue reading “See More Sea Shore”
Finding a Good Seat
Last week, we looked into the role played on postcards of couches, sofas, davenports, and settees, concentrated on postcards which showed the usefulness of this type of furniture for courting couples. However, postcard artists were also alive to the possibilities of the couch as a setting for women sitting by themselves. The wordContinue reading “Finding a Good Seat”
LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 10
Holly had worked herself into a fine froth over the narrowmindedness of parents, the nosiness of aunts, and, particularly, the wholly unsatisfactory qualities of stepgrandmothers. “I mean, like she’s tried it! Huh! I bet she’s the villain in the book. Miss Skull would be a good name for her all right: she’s deadly. ThatContinue reading “LIKE A MIGHTY QUONKER, Chapter 10”
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