Dear Felicia

As Iyam scribing this week’s missive to yew, honey bunch, the forecast if for the foist tropical storm of the season, and by the time yew git this it’ll be over. But what a storm they are expecting. I guess we’ll have some big winds, a lotta rain, … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well, it took a while, but now that summer is here, it seems it wants to let us know it’s really here. For the last little while, honeybunch, we’ve been sweltering through a heat wave that we haven’t seen in these parts for a while. I say it “took a … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Top o’ the week to ya, honeybunch! Hard to believe we’re already in the midst o’ July. But we knew that cuz the Fourth o’ July not only passed, but Cobina’s neighborhood sounded like a re-enactment of the third Battle of the Marne. For two weeks … [Read more...] about 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