Stop And Smell The Putrescine
It's June, and outside in the south garden is the unmistakable reek of a whompingly [...]
Defining Bodacious
The kitchen is sparkling. The laundry is folded. The beds are made. There's a new [...]
Speaking Phlegmish
Regular readers may have surmised that I recently spent some time in a jet seated [...]
Dispatch From The Belfry
Night before last, I felt something crawling on my back and discovered a largish ant [...]
Eager Greeter
Tell me this hasn't happened to you before. You're up to your chest in swamp [...]
The Ants Are Back
It's spring! You can tell. The cable company has popped up with their springtime for-no-particular-reason [...]
Loved Ones, With A Side Of Lefse
There is a perennial ad in the obituary section of the newspaper for "funeral alternatives." [...]
The Mighty Zin
A wine-tasting tour, the way we do it, is sort of like a mastodon hunt. [...]
What Time Is It In Your Pants?
Our amazing friend Scott lives in the country. When one of his out-buildings was burglarized [...]
The Attack Of The Bean Tree
You think you know a lot about life, and then something zings by your ear [...]
Just Bury Me In A Shoebox
When I walked out with a shovel the other day and told Dave I was [...]
The Girl’s Got Spunk
I was thinking about that woman I read about in the paper, Gisela Marrero. She [...]
Wade Bogs, Continued
March 21, 2009. The forecast was rain, hail and thunderstorms. Obviously it was time yet [...]
Just Breathe Normally
Some people just like to get upset. I still recall a letter to the editor [...]
Oh, Chip
I don't care to cook. If I'm left to my own devices, I'll pin down [...]