Gunnar Olafsson 
Jenny Page Meet Mercury McMurtry. No, not the planet.
Do you see why I left? Mercury McMurtry. It’s like some dumb nickname a commentator gives to a college football player. My real name though … Agatha Trent Mercury McMurtry.…
Riverside Blues: Notes from a Tuesday Night Bar Stool
Is there a real world around here anymore? Mick’s dead, we don’t know the answers to the body-part questions, Sheriff Paul has become a little too comfy on my bar…
Welcome to my world …
So I show the guy the place on River Road. Hi. We’ve not met. Is it enough, I ask him? I know full well it’s not because, hell, it’s not…
River Road Trip to Hell
I think the great Oscar Wilde once said “live life with no excuses, travel with no regret.” Clearly, he’d never traveled with Sheriff Paul in a cop car for nearly…
Testing, testing … one, two, testing …
“Come get your hand, Sheriff.” And that was the crux of my first odd conversation this morning, one that was long overdue. We had sent the hand – the one…
A Recap, A Return … A Rebirth!
Hello, Dear Reader, Marjorie here. Your Miss Comportment is back … Still celebrating Songkran, or Thai New Year! When last we met Things were dire. Body parts all about, The…
Sunday, a Day of Rest: Processing the week that was … but wait …
Marjorie presses pause.
Friday Flashback: As the Elyse Renaissance Begins …
All about the men - older, younger ... and dead
Thursday: Has the "protege" gone dark?
Bernie leaves his desk to find out.
Wanda's Wicked Wednesday
Or how NOT to handle women with three-inch heels and nails