Jingo-Gracer-With-His-Presencer Randy Sparkman, proprietor of Jubilation Rising, which has just popped up in the Blogroll over there, informs me he just got a piece on Emmett Till published at Slate. And he ain't just whistling Dixie.
Atta boy, Ran-man!
(Memsahib Jingo, back in the Befuddling Sixties, used to corrupt this phrase to "I'm not just whispering dickies," and for many long years I labored under the misapprehension that that was the correct version of that phrase. Well, hell, if Mom says it that way, it must be right!)
In other news, a Major Breakthrough has happened on the John Mobberly front: After a long & frustrating search I've found and verified the house where The Mobster (the Mob-man! The Mob-meister! The Man of Mob-Stinnia!) was set upon and ambushed by the Federals and barely escaped with his life. Watch This Space!
Item: I've just discovered to my great amusement that Blogger accepts the Blink tag. Be extremely grateful that good taste overcame the impulse to mischief a minute ago.