Kat the lady mayor, the cat Brunswick, and Jackson (me, myself, and I), just wound up our annual two week visit to Fontainebleau SP in Mandeville, LA. Six years back this was our first experience living in 200 square feet, unless you count college dorms, where we did not live together, or even in the […]
The Sunday funnies have been wonderful lately. The one above recaps Kavanaugh’s second hearing by speculating on juvenile emotions that are not so unlikely. The tiny selection following is a commentary on our misruled nation, and we mean it as a bugle call to all Americans who know we can do better than we are […]
Doonesbury had gone on an extended hiatus, but was re-running classic scenes from 43’s administration (you can read the timeline by checking out the plumes in W’s Marc Anthony helmet … that hat had been seriously beaten up by ’07. The best of all time, Calvin and Hobbes, appeared to be gone for good, but I still had a couple of paperbacks full of his better work.
Last night I caught of whiff of some of it, or of a tough competitor. A couple of early twenties women in a tent not far from our site were the source. Street pot has a distinct odor that’s quite acrid. (Yo, we worked in the French Quarter for years!) But this scent was smooth and well-rounded, with no overtones of harshness.