We have discussed, hereintofore, a number of important props used by courting couples on postcards of a hundred years ago or thereabouts. We have discussed park benches, rowboats, and hammocks. But romance is nothing if not inventive (say several websites that have turned up on my computer for absolutely NO REASON) and there wereContinue reading “Just Take a Seat”
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Dragonshelf and the Drover XLII
Lager was shooting in fountains around them, but the pirate threw his mask over his right shoulder. PLEASE, CAPTAIN DEAR, PUT ON YOUR MASK I DON’T THINK I CAN GO ON. I’D REATHER DROWN THAT LOOK AT MORE COPIES OF THAT UGLY LIBRARIAN “There, my pet,” said the emperor, shloorking atContinue reading “Dragonshelf and the Drover XLII”
Shifting Shirts
We were so busy in history class in my schooldays that we hardly ever got past about 1928. The older and more cynical I get, the more I wonder if this was intentional. In my day, kids were exposed to an ongoing debate on the relative merits of Herbert Hoover and Franklin Roosevelt amongContinue reading “Shifting Shirts”
Fishing for Affirmation
It has been a while since we discussed fishing postcards. These were wildly popular in the middle of the last century, when people stopped sending postcards the way our modern generation sends texts, and instead made postcards a vacation staple: something you sent to the folks at home while you were on a fishingContinue reading “Fishing for Affirmation”
Dragonshelf and the Drover XLI
Bott pushed the light blue card into the slot next to the fountain of lager, bracing for disintegration. “You’ve been a great crew,” he said, his eyes on the card. One last push, and it was in as far as it would go. And nothing happened. “Mebbe it’s nothin’ but a foodsContinue reading “Dragonshelf and the Drover XLI”
Well, Goll-lee
In olden days I was acquainted with a young lady I refer to as the Dumpster Cinderella. This is not the place to go into ALL of her qualities and quiddities, but one of her goals in life was spreading the word about Real Jazz. This was a musical form which she felt ceasedContinue reading “Well, Goll-lee”
MIDWEEK FICTION: LITTLE HOUSE IN THE HAUNTED WOODS
“This the place to buy magic stuff?” “Yes indeed, Madame. Welcome to the shop. How may I assist you?” “Well, I’ve inherited my sister’s house. She made it out of gingerbread to bring in livestock for her larder but there was a little accident with some supper that got the drop onContinue reading “MIDWEEK FICTION: LITTLE HOUSE IN THE HAUNTED WOODS”
DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XL
No matter what Bott pushed or pulled or thumped, the ship was going down, down. He had defeated his old ship, filled with librarians, and that was all the amusement the Emperor intended for this particular prop. “Everthin’s dead, Cap’n,” Louba told him. This was unnecessary: the smiling flowers on the console wereContinue reading “DRAGONSHELF AND THE DROVER XL”
Bygone Bywords
That blog about the sitcoms some people call “Commercials” generated some interest, and a couple of complaints. Some people expect quizzes about TV commercials to involve slogans or jingles, while other people complained I said next to nothing about the products involved. Well, we CAN do something about that. Of course, every productContinue reading “Bygone Bywords”
Touched-up Territory
I was old enough when I found out about it that I was more surprised than shocked. The distance between what we are shown and what really is was known to me from an early age, at least to that time in second grade when I picked up the little cup of cherry Kool-AidContinue reading “Touched-up Territory”
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