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”

FICTION FRIDAY: Drawing

Bud hunched his shoulders.  That had sounded very much like an expensive drawing table being tipped over and kicked.  But Aster was at an age where her bedroom door was a. a  shield against an irrelevant outside world, b. the guardian of her privacy, her identity, and her human rights, and c. a force fieldContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Drawing”

Scurvy Rapscallions

    A jolly collection which came into inventory here in Blogsytown is about one fifth of a set of Corsaires.  These are colorful portraits of freebooters and privateers (I don’t see ANYOE using the word “pirates”) from Dominique Leroy here–a captain also known as the Pistol Corsair, who was captain of the Foudroyant (Lightning)—to ship’sContinue reading “Scurvy Rapscallions”