The secret to a happy, long, and lasting marriage is mutual respect, devotion, and truthfulness, right? Well, maybe the truthfulness part should only be attempted as a last resort. The Pearl of the Orient and I have kept the knot tied for going on 39 years and we hope to […]
Jack Elliott – Squirrel Pie
Blueberries. In a pie, muffins, blueberry crisp, on your morning cereal, or straight up by the handful, right off the bush. You can’t beat ‘em. They are truly one of the real treats of living in the north. Of course anything worthwhile takes some effort. With blueberries it’s picking them. […]
There is only one thing more satisfying to a woman than being right. That in the process of being right, she proves her husband is wrong. I know this to be the truth. I’m a husband. Brian and Evie were off for a short drive. “Did you lock the front […]
At the Cafe in the Bailiwick the other morning, the local politicians were gathered for their caffeine intake and ruminating over the events of the July 1 celebrations. This celebration is the main occasion of the year when Bailiwick’s politicians–young and old–get out and press the flesh in anticipation of […]
Thank goodness it’s over–the election, that is. Now we can get back to more serious and honest items, like cutting the grass. But, of course, no election is complete with out some post-election analysis. At the Café in Hooterville, the morning after the election, more political experts were gathered around […]
Ahh summer! The sun pokes its head up so early and stays so late in the evening one has no trouble at all putting in a full day without the benefit of electric lights. Down in Emu–home of some really strange birds–Smitty was taking advantage of the free light to […]
Occasionally, I get a bit of mail from my faithful readers. Here’s a sampling: Dear Squirrel Pie, Obviously yew don’t know a darn ting about socks! Uffda! Any bushvacher mit a smidgen uff common sense can explain how to get at least two years out uff a pair of socks. […]
Nothing reflects the strength of society like the continuity and caring of one generation for the next. In our fast-paced western civilization, with highly mobile populations, this closeness is maintained by the rare letter, occasional phone call, or perhaps a Sunday visit to Granny’s house. Recently, Chickie (Puddin’ Pye’s youngest […]
I was snoring softly in the easy chair when a barrage of socks brought me to full consciousness. “Look at them! They’re all full of holes! Throw them out! I’m not washing them again!” stormed my wife, the Pearl of the Orient, as she grabbed the remote control and flicked […]
When I entered the Café at Hooterville a few weeks back, gloom hung over the Debating Table like a March blizzard. Puddin’ Pye and the Sage Jr. Looked particularly depressed. “What’s the matter? Illness in the family,” I queried directing my question first at Puddin’ then at the Sage Jr. […]
This past week, my wife, Norma, the Pearl of the Orient, and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary. Staying married to the same person that long is a bit unusual in this day and age, and particularly in our case. We met on a Friday evening, were engaged by the […]
Well, easier said than done. Heaven knows we have a sufficiency of stupidity right here at home in Drizzle Creek District. It’s everywhere, easy to see. I find it easiest by just looking in the mirror. After 30 years, my wife, The Pearl of the Orient, is agreeing that action […]
