April may be the cruelest month, as Eliot observed, but for me it’s always been February. In my homeland of Montana, February was always the time I’d get thoroughly sick of winter and thoroughly disheartened by the certainty that spring would not start in March. Here in Florida, which is the opposite of Montana […]
I’m dreaming of a nice condo
A few weeks ago we made a deal to have a new roof put on this old house. Since then it’s been raining off and on, either fitfully or in earnest, and the project hasn’t gone as quickly as I’d hoped. It’s raining again today — right after the crew stripped the ancient metal […]
We return now to the blogster’s navel
The Olympics lasted 17 days and I managed to view about 15 minutes of it, nursing a glass of wine in a seafood restaurant in Panama City. It was women’s curling, Switzerland vs. China. I didn’t notice who won. Then my grilled grouper arrived. Like the curling, it was unremarkable. See, this is why […]
For Petula, whenever I may find her
Last night I had a dream involving Petula Clark. I encountered her on a street in London and someone was there to take our picture together — one of those fatuous, grinning selfies meant to imply that Petula and I were great friends. She pretended to kiss me on the cheek. Two things struck […]
Coming soon to a newstand near you
Today the mailman brought three copies of Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine. It’s the big March/April double issue. Naturally, I ignored all the stories in it except for the one that starts on Page 159: “Lost Horse Road.” That’s the one I wrote. It’s not the greatest story ever told, but it’s always nice seeing […]
Tonya Harding’s secret, sort-of, admirer
Put me in Team Tonya. I guess that makes me an army of one. Yeah: It’s tough to sympathize with the roughneck skater even all these years later. She was never what you’d call likable, and never admitted any role in the idiotic plot to cripple Olympics-rival Nancy Kerrigan — even though, if you […]
A winter’s day in Springfield
They say it’s going to get rather cold tonight. Maybe as low as 20 degrees, which for this part of the country is sort of apocalyptic. I’m told the previous record for this date was 21 degrees — in 1926. When I took my walk around the neighborhood this afternoon, everybody was outside draping […]
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