Dear Felicia

Howdy honeybunch, things are really popping around these parts with the final daze. No, I had that right. The only way yew kin git through the endless commercials on the boob tube and wireless is by being in a daze – at least for a few minutes. We’ll … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy, sweets! Here we are in the midst of October, which seems to be flying by effen yew ask me. Before uew know it, the boys in the DPW will be on the Green putting up lights and gettin’ ready for a tree lighting. That’s how fast things seem to be … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

As it must, fall came last week, honey bunch. Already some trees are starting to show color, the squirrels are scampering around all the acorns on the ground, and Cobina’s allergies are running rampant until the first frost. So, it must be October! … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy honeybunch! Hard to believe we’re in the last weeks o’ September already. Before you can blink an eye, the leaves will be changing and falling, and we’ll be looking to batten down the hatches for winter. And I don’t know effen yew’ve seen the … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well sweetie pie, by the time yew read this missive the kiddies will have kissed good-bye to summer 2022, and be back in their respective classrooms. School started in these parts Mondee last, and yew could tell cuz the street corners were filled … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Yew know, sweets, it’s amazing. It seems like jest t’other day we were saying it’s June 1 we have the whole summer ahead of us. Here we are in the latter stages o’ August, and the papyrus is publishing it’s Back to School edition. Schools open about … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Greets and felicitations, hon. Hope everything is well since the last time we corresponded. Around these parts we’re getting into the latter part o’ the summer – it must be so, the boob tube is chock full of “back to school” ads, witch must be … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

It may be summer, Felicia, but that don’t mean things in this Vaudeville show we call West Haven ain’t percolating – politico-wise – as it has since we’ve writ this regular missive. In fack, these past couple o’ weeks have been really busy with … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

As I always tell yew, sweets, once yew git by May, the rest of the year jest flies. Here we are in July already, with lotsa things happening in our little corner of the universe known as the Asylum by the Sea. The turn o’ the calendar means that as … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Well graduation happened, the kiddies are no longer kiddies, but young adults, and the Class of 2022 had its night jest before we put this little papyrus to bed. Yew can see the happy faces herein effen yew’ve a mind to do so. I always git a bit … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia