Days In Rodanthe
“There's no one here in January. It's a postapocalyptic landscape with the exception of one lady walking her dog, and she darts for the nearest carport as soon as she sees us.” (1-26)
Boomer kid lost in the 21st Century Chapter 321: The Crystal Ship
Where have you gone Jim Morrison? Our nation turns its blurry eyes to you. (6-8-22)
Pete, Unhinged
Secretary of Offense Hegseth claims coed scouting a threat to national security.
CHRISTMAS DECORATING WITH THE GRINCH (Or, Leave That Shit in the Attic)*
Seasonal Seussian Silliness
A Tale of Two Libraires
The Rocky River, west of Cleveland, is indeed full of rocks. Also fish, kayaks and and the shadows of pricey condos.
"Hey, Jesus--you want some fries with that?"
Another March Friday in Northeast Ohio, and you can't swing a dead possum without hitting a sign advertising "Friday Fish Fry." Everyone--churches, VFWs, restaurants, grocery stores, volunteer fire departments, the Elks--wants to sell you fried fish