Dear Felicia

As they year winds down, Felicia, it has been our custom, yew and I, to list the gifts we’d like to see under various politico’s trees during Christmastide. We think the Jolly Ole Elf himself would be perty open to our suggestions. So, let’s git … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Two more isshews to go before the end of the year, and a much-needed hiatus for the people here at the office. Next week, Dec. 17, will be the last papyrus before the holidays and we will be off with the next edition coming out Jan. 7. The difference … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Tell me effen yew’ve heard it before, sweets, but, “Happy Thanksgiving!” The Mystick Maidens of the Marsh are assembling with the usual fanfare this year, but using the new norms of social distancing we’ve had to get a bigger tent. High Mystick … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well, here we are honey bunch, careening toward Thanksgiving with jest about half the month over at this writing, and ready for the pre-holiday news doldrums to set in. As yew of all people know, the ebbs and flows of this bizness are easy to figger … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy, sweets. As October winds down, and November is ready to kick in, the final stages of this year’s “election cycle” as the talking heads like to call it these days is also winding down Until the polls close next week, however, we’re gonna be … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Here we are honeybunch, jest two-plus weeks till the election, and in the middle o’ October. In jest a short while the kiddies will be out trick-or-treating, effen the politicos don’t take it away from them. As it is, the youngsters are handling … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy do, kiddo. Here we are after the foist week o’ fall, and after a cold spell jest before the equinox, it’s been, Indian Summer…are we still allowed to say that? It seems people are always trying to edit our language. I was told that there are … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

It’s the middle o’ September, and fall is jest days away, hon. It’s hard to believe the way the year is going, but we should be used to it by now. Before we know it, the snow will be flying, and we’ll be wondering about the new year. In fack, a … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Hard to believe it, but September it is, honey chile, and Labor Day is upon us. It seems like only yesterday – even in Covidtide – that we were lookin’ forward to the summer and all that it brings. Truth to tell, it’s been an usual summer in an … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy do, honey bunch. Here we are in the last weeks of August. I’d like to say things fly by when yore havin’ fun, but let’s face it, with the COVID situation, there’s not a whole lotta fun around the berg, or anywhere else for that matter. … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia