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

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