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

Howdy do, honeybunch! Here we are, already celebrated the Memorial Day holiday and heading toward what Nat King Cole called the “lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.” And as we know in this part o’ the universe, it’s the last adjective that seems to be … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

As we head into the final days of May – and it finally gits warm around here – things in our little corner of the universe are really popping, both good and bad. And we have many, many things to talk about, honeybunch. The foist thing is a … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

As we turn from April to May, honeybunch, one gets the impression that as thing git warmer, the political atmosphere in the Asylum by the Sea will heat up as well. To say things are “coming to a head” in some respects is not to overstate it. Whilst … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Usually, I open these missives with some light chat before delving inta the political wasteland that is our Asylum by the Sea, but that can’t happen this week, honeybunch. Too much has transpired. By the time yew git this who knows what political … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Whether it’s the fact that we’re getting on in years or we’re havin’ more fun than we ought to, it seems 2022 is flying by at break-neck speed. Here we are in April already, and Easter is jest 10 days away from the time yew git this missive. That’s … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia