This latest Lark in the Park will be somewhat short, with a simple message. As we all know, there are certain songs in our past that came out at just the right time to have a significant impact on the happenstance of what we were then. Sometimes those […]
Hyacinth Macaw, prosecuting attorney and generally unpleasant person, stood up at her document-laden table and made an announcement: “I’m ready to cross-examine the witness on the stand.” Judge Pearline Soufflé did not stand up at her hand-carved bench, one that was not laden with anything because she was […]
Hi. The lovely folks who carefully monitor my “Park” posts (all three of you) are most likely expecting a continuation of the last “Park”, wherein I shared bittersweet bits from my childhood. This is an honest expectation, as I ended that post with a “more to come!” teaser […]
Another hot mess from the archives… Here at the Neurotica Café, we offer a full dining experience to ensure that you have the most emotionally-appropriate meal you have ever had. We accept all major credit cards and most insurance plans. Reservations are strongly suggested, both mentally and […]
“Dearest Friends, Thank you for joining us as we present another night of cultural entertainment for our patrons. If the mere mention of anything cultural causes you to stiffen in apprehension, please note the various libation stations conveniently located along the perimeter of the campfire. You really shouldn’t […]
Left to right… George: “Pray tell me, fellow Unbobble Heads, what am I looking at down there? Is that one of those orange-topped warthogs I read about in National Spyrographic?” Tom: “Uh, no. Wrong species, but close. That’s a Trump.” Teddy: “A trump? What the hell is that? […]
This fashion accessory was all the rage in the upper ranks of Parisian Society, and everyone who was anyone just had to have one or they would be shunned forever. Fifteen minutes later, someone pointed out that you couldn’t drink wine whilst wearing such a thing. The Beaky […]
Hey, Folks. I’m in a bit of a reflective mood this evening, albeit not a melancholy one, so there’s no need to flee in terror that I might be sharing one of those sad stories where I was really sad during sad times. [Insert sad emoji.] This is […]
Cleo the Cat: “Daddy.” Daddy continues working on a story, in the zone. Cleo: “Daddy.” Daddy is trying to decide which character should get the zinger line he thought of in the shower this morning. This is a critical plot point. Cleo leaps into the ample lap of […]
Note: I pulled this one out of the archives as we have just endured another evening of tumultuous weather. This reflection was originally penned in the middle of a scorching summer, not a Covid Spring, but the reactions and the musings remain the same… Sunday in the […]
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