Our Gulchers held a meeting this week of the "downtown" business owners to discuss a variety of issues, mostly about "what can the village/town/county/state do for us?" a fair and useful question. For once, I was not the only one in the room who thought, "Hey, how...
After several days of rain, my back yard is a muddy marsh which the dogs feel duty-bound to track inside. After two days of wrestling with my taxes, my bank account is about to become a muddy marsh that even the dogs will avoid. Where's that tax relief that OMB was...
It's a minor thing but I need to kvetch. In all of its bureaucratic efficiency, the NY State Liquor Commission, after draining my bank account of some thousands of dollars, has taken over a year to approve our permit to serve wine and beer. Putting aside the indignity...
Sometimes you get to the point where you think, “Fuck, let’s just burn the whole goddam thing down and start over.” If you’re not at that point yet, perhaps a serving of Links can take you over the edge?
It’s all going to shit and the popcorn sucks. Well, there’s always Links.
My shovel is wearing out, and so is my back. Maybe take a break and do Links?
Well, after our massive snowfall last week, Global Warming blessed us with another foot. So I’m sitting in a warm room, looking outside, and forging Links. And writing fiction. Hard to tell the difference these days.
So much fun this part week, but it comes to an end. And a new week begins, but only after Links.
Complete with a Tales From The Woke Adjacent story.
I never understood that word pair. They seem opposites. Whatever, in Banjos’s absence, here’s Links.
You’d think on our anniversary, I’d be upstairs giving SP a bit of a logjam instead of being downstairs doing Links. This, my friends, is dedication.
Quite a lively week chez nous. And now I feel dead. But with my ultimate mortal gasp, I present Links.
8-12″ are coming in. And we may even get some snow. And Links.
He was tired of hot weather? OK, let’s give it to him good and hard! Here’s some teeth-chattering Links.
We’re about to get a heat wave, which is a pity because the snow is so nice. Ah well, let us arise from the mud and look at Links.
Or “quarantine.” Jesus, this shit is beyond stupid. And if you read the Links, you’ll get HazMat levels of stupid.
I’m sending Spud back today to dry out. Nonetheless, this is my last shot at being incoherent, and you are the beneficiaries.
We were very good and only had six bottles last night. And two in the afternoon. So Links may appear a bit fuzzy.
Whew, got through Christmas without some Lutherans burning down our house! Links, then, to celebrate.
Why is it that every Christmas, we end up with a Jew doing Links?
It’s coming! And Frankie Festivus has all the poles for the kids! While we wait, Links.
Jesus, it’s only a week to Christmas? Better get these Links out fast to beat the crowd.
We have a genius solution to our Governess’s latest mandate. Details within, including Links.
We suddenly have a heat wave and the snow is all melty. It must be spring. Right? RIGHT? Anyway, Links.
It’s almost over. My dreidels are worn out. I’ve had my fill of latkes. But there’s Links to usher us out of the holidays.