Gunnar Olafsson 
Jenny Page The Begging Tour, Part 3: Ambush in the Sitting Room
The Hughes’ cat may have run off into the night, but its essence was everywhere in the family’s sitting room. Though its style was Victorian to the hilt – satin…
“Father’s gone.”
My mother was inconsolable. The cat had escaped into the rainy night 12 hours earlier and, when he hadn’t returned by daybreak, she, of course, called me. “You’re the one…
The Begging Tour, Part 2: The Interrogation Factor
I don’t believe in horoscopes. Never have, never will. I always picture these syndicated columnists, so-called “seers,” in their basements smoking Newports, sipping highballs and stringing together storylines toward which…
The Begging Tour, Part 1: Door-to-Door Diplomacy & Some In Between
I dated a guy with a Bentley once, a white two-seater convertible. I remember being more intrigued with the car than I was with the guy, but anyhow, it was…
Bentley & His Bentley Get the Call
Imagine my shock when the order came in from the web site. Client: Mayor Charlotte Granger Trip Details: Mayor Granger will need an escort from home to home on River…
Bernie Moves Into Position
Her note was succinct and direct. Mr. Rossie … My team and I are embarking on a door-to-door blitz to raise money for the statue memorializing Mick Righteous and we’d…
Fallout is Peachy
I’m not surprised. I mean, in a place like this, you do what I did, and it’s all but clear that there will be … a reaction. A statue is…
A Good-Bye, Written & Produced by Miss Comportment
Boys and girls, it may surprise you to know that even your very own Miss Comportment needs some time away from the desk, away from her sanctuary looking out over…
Carson’s Decision-Making Skills Lead Him to Dexys Midnight Runners
What had I learned in six months in Middle Valley? Elyse asked me the question on the phone the other night and I nearly cried. I barely had an answer…
My Mother, the Car(d)
What’s a girl gotta do to get her husband from Luxembourg to Middle Valley via Greece, Cannes, Nice, New York, and Syracuse? Apparently, ship the yacht. That’s right, friends. How…