Dear Felicia

Here we are in the middle o’ May, honey bunch, and it’s even money as to whether this year’s Memorial Day parade is gonna step off. The last two, effen yew remember, were washed out by Mother Nature, who insisted that her May flowers needed the … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Whilst spring might’ve sprung, and the grass riz, things in our little corner of the universe seem to be in as big an upheaval as ever, honey chile. Last week saw things in this burg go from ugly to downright gross. And, it all has to do with the … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Is spring here? Can Cobina finally turn the furnace down fer the season? With the window be open soon? Stay tuned, honey bunch. Like I said to yew last week or so, we’re getting our annual reminder of what “cooler by the shore” means. Heck whilst it … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

The cherry and apple blossoms – and whatever else blossoms there might be around here – are sprouting despite the cold we’ve had in these parts, honey bunch. That means that despite our lying eyes and cold hands, spring is actually here! The trees on … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy do, sweets. Here we are in the middle o’ April. The line at the Post Office was getting longer as people were posting their tax returns. Yeah, it’s that time of year. People are queuing up to “Render unto Caesar.” This is on the day before the … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Will it ever warm up? That is the query that Cobina had on her lips, honey bunch, over the weekend when it felt like Ole Man Winter was gonna stick around for more than a little while. The forecasters say it’s gonna warm up this week, but I ain’t so … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

March came in like a lion and went out like one, too, honey bunch, and April doesn’t seem to be much better. As Iyam scribing this week’s missive to yew, at least five inches of snow are falling outside and it’s April 2. The rest o’ the week is gonna … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well honeybunch, effen yew think Ole Man Winter is gonna go quietly, you are sooooo wrong! As Iyam scribing this week’s missive (it seems I’ve writ this on more than one occasion), another nor’easter is barreling up the coast and we’re gonna git hit, … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia