Dear Felicia

Hard to believe, sweets, but here it is the end o’ June and – finally – life seems to be getting back to what we can term “normal.” Of course, the barbarians are storming the gates, tearing down statues and causing ruckuses that they themselves can’t … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well sweetie pie, effen I was a bettin’ kind, I’d say we are finally gittin’ out of this lockdown, which a local cleric termed, “Covid-tide,” and might actually be going back to normal. I hafta say effen traffic on the I-95 corridor betwixt Greenwich … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well, well, and more wells. Here we are in Memorial Day weekend, and it’s gonna be one o’ the strangest holidays we’ve seen here since forever. With the Wuhan Virus still besetting the state, and only in Phase I of the “reopening” under the diktat of … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy do, sweets. Here we are in the Merry Month of May, and to prove it, somebody sent via the computer a “virtual” edition of the Magdalen (pronounced in this case Mawd-lin) College Choir, Oxford, singing as they always do at 6 a.m. British time … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Covid-19, Wuhan Virus, Chinese Virus. Whatever moniker you wanna put on it, honeybunch, in the Asylum by the Sea as everywhere else, that’s all anybody is talkin’ about and all anyone is concerned about. Our little corner of the universe is jest like … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy honeybunch! How’re yew doin’ stuck in yore digs the way the rest o’ us are stuck in ours? We are no into the fourth week o’ this “Stay Safe, Stay Home” exercise, and one has to say that Cobina has been surprised – so far. As yew know, dearie, … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

It’s been quite a couple o’ weeks, honeybunch. In fack, it’s been three weeks since we last corresponded. We pushed back the second isshew of the month to this week cuz herronner was putting together the Fiscal Year 2021 budget proposal. But like … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Hard to believe, honeybunch, but the calendar toined on Sundee, and it’s March! March! And, it came in like the calmest lamb. As usual we are havin’ a few days of spring-like weather around the burg, but that usually portends a cold snap, the likes … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well honeybunch, things in the Asylum by the Sea are a bit on the quiet side as one would expeck at this time o’ year. Even though we ain’t had much in the way of snow, we’ve had cold and rain and that leaves things indoors fer most, including the … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well now that we’re in a two-week rotation, sweetie pie, there is plenty to tell yew. Of course, though we mentioned it in the papyrus and in our online edition, people sometimes don’t git the message, or missed the edition. Soooo, we did hafta field … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia