Wild West – Blogsy Babbles

All-American G-Rated Cussin’

As I continue my hopeless quest to figure out why some writers a hundred years ago or thereabouts referred to a handgun as a “roscoe” (I keep waiting for Fatty Arbuckle to be the answer, but no one goes along with it) and my equally futile journey to find out what happened to theContinue reading “All-American G-Rated Cussin’”

FRIDAY FRIGHTFUL FICTION: Scrabbling By

“Yow!” “You the varmint who wanted an interview?” “You mean you’re one of the….” “Spooky Scary Skeletons? That’s me.” “But you’re….” “Dead? And you’re a smart little reporter. We gonna do this or not?” “Let me grab my notepad. So you had to die to be a spookyContinue reading “FRIDAY FRIGHTFUL FICTION: Scrabbling By”