Not a Chance?

     One of the most reliable gambits for the cartoonists preparing our postcards in days of old was marital discord.  And among the prime choices of causes for marital discord was one that just about any postcard buyer could sympathize with was financing said marriage.  Long before a genius noted that “Romance without finance ain’tContinue reading “Not a Chance?”

Excuses, Excuses

     Well, we’re sneaking up on spring, or vice versa, and I’m sure you’ll remember that fine old line: “In spring, a young man’s fancy turns lightly to what the young ladies have been thinking about all winter.”      Postcards were never shy about romance, and the artists responsible for the images on postcards knewContinue reading “Excuses, Excuses”

FICTION FRIDAY: Rendezvous

     “Oh no!  Who’s that out there?”      “Hush, darlin’.  Ain’t no one but me.”      “At last!  I’ve been waiting….  I wish we didn’t have to meet up in the old burying ground!”      “Well, Nellie Belle, I cain’t come into town.  Not since they figgered out who looted the stage an’ broke theContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: Rendezvous”

FUZZ ORDAINED: Olivia and Griff

     Olivia took hold of her collar with both hands.  “It’s going to rain,” she stated.      “It’s not going to rain.”  Griffin shook his hair back.  “Besides, thunder and lightning will make it even better.”      Olivia’s lips pulled in.  Griffin realized that he’d have had a better chance if he’d said the secondContinue reading “FUZZ ORDAINED: Olivia and Griff”

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”

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”