What’s in a name? Carson Contemplates
Jenny Page 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.…
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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…
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…
The Party, Part 2: Righteous – or Riotous – Money on the Banks of the Chickotee
Your divine Miss Comportment coming to you live via digital recording on my phone as I luxuriate on the banks of our beautiful Chickotee River and on the boat of…
The Party, Part 1: Overheard Onboard
Mayor Charlotte Granger Thirty minutes here and Mrs. McMurtry had yet to let go of my ear. “Mayor Charlotte, so glad you could be here! My son-in-law was so pleased…
Bentley’s Back-Seat Drivers
As the sun begins to set along the banks of the Chickotee, my stomach begins to flutter. “Big night!” Mom hollers as I leave the house. Big night indeed. It’s…