“I’m telling you, girlfriend, it’s 1984 all over again!” said my friend Anna Marie. “Terrific!” I replied. “I still have several pairs of bell-bottomed, hip-hugger pants.” “I’m serious! Big Brother is watching!” She scowled at me. “George Orwell warned us of this very...
At the bottom of this post is an almost X-rated photo of brother John. Yes, I’m serious. He sent me a current selfie of his abs, and not wanting to chance offending any of my readers, I chose to place his photo discretely below the RSS facebook feed line. My brother...
Tomorrow night is the annual reception of Clatsop Community College’s RAIN Magazine. The reception is open to the public. It takes place on the second floor of Columbia Hall, beginning at 6 p.m., and usually lasts three to four hours. Writers from all over the area...
As loyal readers are well-aware, I have two chipmunk-colored cats: Alvin and Simon. Those same loyal readers have also been insistently “suggesting” that I needed to adopt a third cat, to be called Theodore, to complete the family. And I have just as insistently...
Yes, it’s true, I’ve (conservatively) “pimped out” my Mustang, and forgive me if adding the parenthetical aside to that statement makes it read like a total oxymoron. I’ve been easing myself into the bling thing for a couple years now,...
