By the time yew git this missive, honey bunch, the Fourth of July holiday will be over, but yew can bet yore bottom dollar the fireworks displays, and the rockets’ red glare are gonna continue at least through the rest of the week. In the past in … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
Well honeybunch, things are getting back to normal in this office after our esteemed editor (I hafta call him that) got back from St. Paul in the State of Minnesota. What a difference. Weather out there was in the 60s and mid-70s on the woist day, … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
Well honeybunch, summer officially came our way sometime the day before yew git this missive, and our esteemed editor is working hard at a music conference in St. Paul, MN. Things are in the summer mood. The kiddies at West Haven High School had … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
The middle of the month, honeychile, and wasn’t it nice o’ Mother Nature to finally decide summer should be here and get rid o’ that April-like weather we’ve had fer sooooo long. Nope. I ain’t gonna succumb to the temptation to complain about having … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
As Iyam writing this week’s missive sweets, we are between rain storms. Whilst the mavens of the boob tube were tellin’ us this morning was gonna be sunny and bright with rain later, Cobina woke up to see rain falling – yet again. The begonias can’t … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
Well sweets, Memorial Day is come and past. The summer season is now unofficially officially begun. However, with the weather we’ve been having lately, one wonders if it’s ever gonna git here. Cobina’s domicile is damp and cold cuz o’ the rain and … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
Hard to believe, sweets, but here we are in the last full week o’ May and the annual Memorial Day parade is (rain or shine) gonna happen on Monday. Of course, yew and I are old enuff to remember when Memorial Day was May 30 – and some o’ our … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia
Dear Felicia
Can yew imagine, sweetie pie, after eight days of below-average weather, and four or five days of rain where we got it measured in inches, one o’ the local yokels on the boob tube was still talking about “drought.” I don’t know effen he’s been near … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia