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Well, if it’s good enough for Buddah …
“No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again,” the famous spiritual guide one once said. Which brings us to this moment, here at the Riverside. I am…
What’s in a name? Carson Contemplates
PowerBreak was new, innovative, and groundbreaking. Print products, put simply, are not. Rather, as I have come to find out, they are a chasm of expense – $20,000 a month.…
DNA Talk on the Starboard Side: Mercury Spills
Lindy’s penchant for outdoor dining wanes for no one, so when Mother insisted we get together for cocktails on the boat on my return from D.C., he was happy to…
An Unholy Alliance? On a Holy Night, No Less
The streets are full and no Cassie, no Shirley, no Trish, no Mercury, no Lindy, and no Mr. Carson Sigmund. I am freezing. Everyone is caroling. I can see the…
Bitsy’s Book Club is Bagging New Blood
Historically, I’m a person who loves the holiday season – the lights, the festive atmosphere. Everyone is drinking, and that’s always a good thing for the bar. It’s a wonderful…
A Fishing We Will Go (or how to make a right angle a wrong one)
Don’t tell me, dear reader, that you don’t have questions. I am present among these, well, society types here at the bar and, let me tell you, I have a…
Bitsy’s Book Club Return
I know, it’s not in keeping with my, well, status, but I find being amongst the people, the working people, is very healthy for me. It’s why a good game…
Wanda Lights Up
Stu used to put the lights on the tree. At six-foot-three (to my five-foot-two) he was the obvious choice. I mean, what good was I? He’d be on the ladder…
Mercury’s Forensic Foray: Trippin’ to Washington D.C.
So Jed Clampett (read: Sheriff Paul) is locked up now, which means no one is addressing the rather glaring Pink Elephant in the room around these parts – er, body…