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  I was told over and over as a child—it was one of those things teachers felt we should know—that jack o’lanterns were originally made of turnips, not pumpkins.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”

Inkwells and Bathtubs

     I was looking over a new postcard for my inventory and thought, “Wow!  How much longer does THAT joke have to live?”  I realized that even I understand some of these old postcard gags simply because I had read about the basic idea in books, or seen them in old movies.  A joke dependsContinue reading “Inkwells and Bathtubs”

FICTION FRIDAY: A Teeny Tiny Sequel

     Once upon a time, a teeny tiny woman lived in a teeny tiny house with a teeny tiny cat and her dainty darling daughter who had a dainty darling dog..  The four of them loved their teeny tiny house, which was a teeny tiny walk from a teeny tiny town      One day, theContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: A Teeny Tiny Sequel”

Owed to a Skylark

     I see by the number of views it received that my column about those who communicate on the Interwebs adding to world peace by just chilling a little and not feeling it is necessary to cry out in righteous indignation at every little thing was about as successful as a solicitation for funds toContinue reading “Owed to a Skylark”

Boldly Going

     In my boy days, we were always getting articles about how Jules Verne had predicted the future.  This was a major theme in the world in those days: Jules Verne had predicted space travel, high-powered submarines, television, and who knows what all else.  There was a reason that the government named its first nuclearContinue reading “Boldly Going”

FICTION FRIDAY: Before the Ink Was Dry

     “That’s all you need, then?”      The translator took its usual two-heartbeat delay in showing the reply.  “Yes, Your Magnificence.  With your digital signature, we can proceed immediately.”      Yellowe nodded, and typed in a question he’d had answered before but wanted to read again.  “And my people won’t know it’s happening?”      AnotherContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Before the Ink Was Dry”