Our current method of mosquito control, whacking them dead, had failed miserably. Had we been armed with octopus arms clutching sixteen swatters we may have had a chance of grilling our meal without becoming a meal. More welts were raised than chicken barbecued. Standing within a ring of citronella candles and slicked with Cutters abated… Continue reading Shrimp Scampi and Mosquitoes
Lore, the ancient method of preserving knowledge through oral transfer from generation to generation, has its critics – and I’m one of them. Recently, an alert reader dispelled the popular belief of slothful spuds. Through careful observational research of local tubers, I’ve gathered empirical evidence to support the hypothesis “All taters are not lazy” put… Continue reading The Nonsense Chronicles: One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato, Lore
I’m a practice-what-you-preach-actions-speak-louder-than-words-put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is type. At least I am most of the time. Although I was a placard carrying chanter at last year’s Women’s March in Chicago, I sat out the 2018 event. I could site fears of random violence such as the Las Vegas shooting tragedy, but that’s not what kept me away. I was… Continue reading Sitting Out The Women’s March
I warily placed three pumpkins next to my front door within eyeshot. The modifier “warily” denotes my mistrust of this particular vegetable. (I subscribe to the strategy of “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.”) The seed of my pumpkin mistrust germinated while paging through Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes I owned as a… Continue reading Don’t Trust Pumpkins!
Little did I know that cutting down an Emerald Ash Borer infested tree would result in retribution from the seemingly calm Black Walnut alongside my home. For years Blackie behaved like Black Walnut trees typically behave. He sprouted leaves in spring, casted shade in summer, dropped nuts and leaves in fall, and like the rest… Continue reading Blackie’s Revenge