An excerpt from my current work-in-progress, the fourth Ned McNeil mystery: The next day, Pat’s and Jackie’s reactions were similar to Cade’s. “Look,” I said, as Janie set our coffee in front of us. “My curiosity was already piqued, so Tom’s request just gives me a good excuse. It’ll be kind of exciting to […]
Feb 10, 2020
Vintage Persons and Mysteries
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Some of us have reached the enviable stage of being VPs or Vintage Persons. Vintage, of course, means top of the line, quality, and something that only years can bring. Provenance! That’s what VPs have. Vintage Persons know what we like and don’t like and VPs like cozy mysteries. I don’t mean that younger […]
Feb 8, 2020
The Good Ol’ Days
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I think, sometimes, about the popular songs of the 1950s and ’60s. Take Good Care of My Baby, by Bobby Vee, was one of those songs. This must be one of those things that mark me as a Senior Citizen. But wait! Me, a senior citizen? Wasn’t it just yesterday that Bobby Vee, Fats […]
Jan 29, 2020
And So, There’s Nemo
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I let him out this morning to do his usual things. It was a rainy morning, more like spring than winter, but out he went to bravely face the elements. He trotted around the back yard, head up, abbreviated tail up, plume at the end of it held high. He was checking his small kingdom […]
Jan 28, 2020
Just Wonderin’ Why
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Just Wonderin’… …what would happen, if, when a problem overwhelms, we suddenly started to sing. …what would happen if we responded to rudeness with, “God bless you.” …why, if we believe the Bible, we don’t act as if we do? …why I get a sinking sensation when the plumber’s first words are, “Oh, wow!” ….why […]
Jan 26, 2020
Sunday Coffee
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Scattered thoughts this morning–but, after all, it’s Sunday, and it’s cold, and this cup of coffee hasn’t had time, yet, to scatter the fuzziness of sleep. Yes, I over-slept! A couple of robins are on my front lawn. Are they thinking about nest-building already? And, the jonquils by the mailbox are up and looking green. […]
