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…
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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…
Itsy Bitsy is Tipsy & *Ritzy: Mrs. McMurtry Re-emerges to Run the Show
* ritzy (adj.): luxurious or fashionable; being in a position of prominence or control; impressively or ostentatiously fancy or stylish Yes, that! Bless me, dear reader, for it has been…
Cassie’s Deal with the Devil on the (Not-so) Deep (Not-so) Blue Chickotee
Madam’s morning voice message chirped like an overly-caffeinated mockingbird. “Cassie, darling … it’s the Madam calling. So sorry the book club hadn’t been by the restaurant in a few weeks…