An Unholy Alliance? On a Holy Night, No Less
Jenny Page 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…
December 2024
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…
Susan’s Big Break: “Small Town, Big Crime” Comes to Life … Sorta
Hair? Check. Shoes? Check … and new, by the way. Suit? Compensatory navy with white lapel, well-fitted. (Thank you Mrs. McDougal from two doors down. That woman is a genius…
Elyse Evolves Her Interview Strategy on the Fly
The beginning of everything in my family is my mother. What was the name of that movie? Everything, Everywhere, All at Once. That’s Mother. One last twist of the knife,…