Epilogues: September 2019
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables “I’m so confused I live in a world where there are Augustobers.” – Hot cats of Ringoes, NJ
Epilogues: August 2019
All together now: auhhhhhhhtummmmm. It’s deeper than “ah.” It’s better than “om.” And we can see it shining in the not-too-distant distance. If ever we needed the sepia-toned glow of fall, it’s now.
Epilogues: July 2019
Here’s something worth thinking about. If you meet someone named Gus, is it short for August, Augustine, Augustus, or Asparagus?
Epilogues: June 2019
Summer is serious business. Its questions are timeless: Whatever happened to Frozfruit? Will the song of the summer be “Juice,” “Sucker” or “Old Town Road”? Where have all the kittens gone?
Epilogues: May 2019
Let it never be said that May is monotone. Stuff went down this past month, kittens. Billy Ray Cyrus returned to the radio, achy-breaking all of our ears if not our spirits. The President of the United States of America presented a very large trophy to a very large man at the Grand Sumo tournament. […]
Epilogues: March 2019
We came. We marched fourth. We marched thirty-first, even. And now, we shall April.
Epilogues: February 2019
Time marches on. OK, you can pelt me with a cream pie made of sardine paste for that one.
Epilogues: November 2018
There’s just one to go, my little goobers. Month, that is. But it may as well be a moment.