Dear Felicia

Here we are in the familiar January thaw, honey bunch, but don’t get too comfortable in this “balmy” weather. The talking heads on the telly are saying things get back to normal by the time yew read this week’s missive. Effen you’ve put away yore … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well sweets, here we are past the halfway pernt of the month, and as Iyam scribing this week’s missive to you, I see that our January Thaw was short-lived and that snow is in the forecast again – not much, but enuff. We had a couple o’ nice days, but … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Here we are in 2018, sweetie pie. It’s hard to believe that we’ve been doing this thing since about 1971 and are still going at it. We were old then, and we ain’t getting any younger. So, after all these years we’re still haunting the denizens of the … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

As we head into the final days before Christmas, yew and I are gonna do what we always do at this time o’ year, honey bunch, name the gifts we’d like to see under the trees of the political classes here in God’s Li’l Acre, a sort of Christmas … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Honey bunch the area was hit with a snowstorm over the weekend, and it reminded any and all that whilst we’ve had good weather lately, Ole Man Winter is getting closer and closer to making his official appearance. Here in the Asylum by the Sea we got … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

It’s done, sweetie pie. The new administration is ensconced in the thoid floor of the Actors Colony, and it’s gonna be interesting to see how things shake out. The Asylum by the Sea is a place where politics doesn’t stop for much, including … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Hard to believe, but we’ve skated our way from Election Day to Inauguration Weekend in whot feels like the proverbial “blink of an eye.” Of course, when yew git as old as we are, honey bunch, that “blink” gits shorter and shorter. The West Haven … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Here we are honeybunch, another Thanksgiving Day. Yew and me, we’ve been penning these missives for almost 50 years, which means we’re really long in the bicuspids, and we’ve seen a lot as it relates to the political scene here in the Asylum by the … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

The Silly Season is over for another two years – the local Silly Season that is – and there were jest a couple o’ surprises to be had when the voting was over Nov. 7. Sammy Bluejay was fluttering betwixt the two Demmie headquarters – the official one … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

As I write this week’s missive, honeybunch, the boys and girls of the three campaigns for mayor are wrapping up their work in anticipation for the vote, which, by the time yew git this, will be decided – we hope. In this berg, when it comes to … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia