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

Here we are in the last week o’ March, hon. We determined to push the second isshew of the month back a week cuz Herronner was to propose her spending plan for the next fiscal year. Soooo, as we publish the details of it, we did what we had to do. … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

How’re things, honeybunch? Things in these parts never cease to amaze or surprise. Jest when yew think things are calming down, another whatever pops up to make things interesting. Setch it was over this past week or so. Of course, those who wished … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

Howdy honeybunch, things seem to be moving along here in the Asylum by the Sea – some people hate when Cobina uses that line. She uses “God’s Li’l Acre,” too, like the book in the 1950s, but that seems to us to be a bit presumptuous at times when one … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia

As I write this week’s missive, sweets, the city and region are hunkered down for the aftermath of another snowstorm. Yup, January being January, we’ve had a lotta cold, and some mild days, but we have had two big storms as well. A few weeks back it … [Read more...] about Dear Felicia