Where have all the true superheroes gone? These days it seems each film director has to make his hero a little bit “edgy” and and “dark.” Where, I beg thee, are the real good guys? I’ll tell you where: right in the heart of Ringoes, NJ at Tabby’s Place.
“Through the eyes of love” is more than a song from Ice Castles. (Note: if you, too, have a special place in your heart for Ice Castles, I love you and we should be best friends.) “Through the eyes of love” is something Ike and Natalie and company witnessed this week.
Some names are awesome (exhibit A: D’Artagnan). Some names are so overdone they must be retired (exhibit B: Oreo and Oreo and Oreo). But some cat names are a little bit perplexing. Exhibit C: Rikki.
August 2012 is a very special month on our planet. We’ve got the Olympics. We’ve got an actual blue moon. (Really.) And, right in Ringoes, NJ,* we’ve got the phenomenon that is Midnight.
Chickens are best left uncounted until they’re hatched. Gold medals are best left un-boasted-of until they’re swinging around your neck. Adoptions are best left unblogged until they’re official.
You may have heard of Griselle. You may also have heard of the Turtleman. Hold onto your dungarees, because today you’re going to hear about both.
Recently a local radio station had a 90s weekend. This simultaneously: 1. made me feel exceedingly old, and; 2. afforded the opportunity to be reminded of Shakespeare-worthy lyrics like “not vicious or malicious/just lovely and delicious.” Which brings me to Queen.
What walks down stairs, alone or in pairs,* and makes a slinkity sound? What’s that little slinky thing? Everyone knows it’s Hailey.
Ringoes, NJ has a lot in common with Mayberry. A human population of 15. A redheaded rapscallion. Good country folks.