Dear Kith and Kin, For my blog, ragbagmind.com, I’ve posted a cartoon strip instead of an essay. Some explanation is in order. In the early 1970s I was a member of a troupe of actors that toured the eastern half of the country, from Massachusetts to Louisiana, and from Virginia to Iowa. We were rather
T-BONE AND THE JEEP I started my 18-month Army hitch at the 564th MP Company in Massweiler, Germany as a tower guard, wearing a helmet and carrying an old M-14 rifle and two clips of past-use-date ammunition. But after a few months the CO, Captain “Jumpin’” Jimmy Fine (the “Jumpin’” adjective was because he kept
Which Way To East Vassalboro? Another “Bert And I” Story Bert was setting in the rocker on his porch one fine fall morning when he heard what sounded like a whole hive of angry bees buzzing. He looked down the hill and there was one of those foreign convertible sports cars, painted bright red, moving
Splat Humphty Drumphty wanted a wall. Humphty Drumphty had a great fall. All the right wing-nuts and White-Power men Couldn’t put Humphty together again.
Hooking Up The Bar None was always lively on Friday nights, but because it was Halloween, the joint was really jumping. All the tables were taken by people in costumes: glamorous witches in pointed silk hats, wearing black lipstick and eyeliner, sat with elegant vampires in white tie and tails, their faces dead white, some
Hooking Up The Bar None was always lively on Friday nights, but because it was Halloween, the joint was really jumping. All the tables were taken by people in costumes: glamorous witches in pointed silk hats, wearing black lipstick and eyeliner, sat with elegant vampires in white tie and tails, their faces dead white, some
Siri Strikes “In one point five miles, take a left onto R.T. 7,” Siri said. The driver of the 2019 Subaru Outback passed the intersection as if she hadn’t even spoken. “Recalculating route,” she said patiently. “At the next roundabout, take the first exit to the left onto Elm Street.” The overweight man behind the