Looking at Life

 "Oh, gawd," I thought to myself as I saw an alert pop up for the Boleyn-O-Sphere. I'd hoped I was safe by not downloading the...

 Minding my own business, reading the latest offering from The Krug--how things have changed about the way a gumshoe keeps up with the news ...

Not much has happened since January 16, 2020. A pandemic, a couple presidential elections—one good, one bad. I guess it's time to get Ja...

Ever since I went to part-time private-eying, me and Dolly-girl have been doing the rounds of movie parlours taking advantage of the fact th...

I was lookin' in the really cold section of our Coldspot when my blower started buzzing in a way I had never felt before. "Good G...

 Me and Dolly-girl had settled in to watch a coupla episodes of Deadwood ( © HBO )  'cause we needed something light and fluffy to ta...

"What in the name of Aunt Nicki's knee bends are you doin, Jack?" "I'm practicing walking in a half squat, Dolly-girl...

Fiora D'Mestiere: Yawn. What's this? A note from Jack. "Headed out on a waddle to see the circus. I know you don't like t...

Professor Javier Boleyn: Jackie-boy, I'm afraid you have passed 3 standard deviations from the mean of lapsed 2-Steppers. Jack D...

“Dolly-girl, I’d like to head over to You-gal for a quick gape at something.” “It’s pronounced Y’all, Jack, like Dixie Devereaux ...

"Jack, I'm old for me age, amn't I? I mean I got silver threads in me coppertop, and me clackers tain't what they used to w...

Fiora: Here we are, Jack. Crossmolina, County Mayo, where my great-great grandfather was born! Jack: Hey, there's a brewery in ...

Jack: Look Dolly-girl, sheep with red wool. I guess that's where red sweaters come from. Sure would take a lot of them critters to make ...

Jack: these mounds are pretty cool, Dolly-girl. It must have taken quite the earth moving equipment to make them. Fiora: Jack, these are ...