By Neddie Jingo!

Hey, what happens when you lash together a garage full of drum gear, a son who happens to be a mighty good drummer and a fine summer's w...

Well, this is a fine vessel of vagina  kettle of fish... When I refreshed the look and feel of this place a couple of weeks ago, part of t...

(Try to do this without being maudlin, OK?) Back in February, we knew Django's days were numbered. We'd brought him in to the...

Last night, Wonder Woman and I sat on the porch, enjoying the evening cool. I was watching "Soylent Green" on the lappie; Wondie w...

My goodness, things do look a trifle... different... around here. Where the hell did that Breughel thing go? In gearing up to try to keep ...

Wonder Woman and I were preparing for our day this morning in the bathroom: brushing teeth, polishing brass knuckles, shaving eyebrows and w...

That little honey up there, that's Sarah A. (Long) Virts , who owned my land and home from 1874 until her death in 1925. Born in 183...

Jeeze, I need to get that horrifying last post down the page... If I go under a bus in the next few years, I'll be remembered as the Guy...

WARNING: REALLY REALLY GROSS PHOTOS AHEAD!! Yesterday I was driving down Mountain Road taking Betty to drop her off at Union Station on he...

As I have written before, my home occupies a rather unusual place in American historical geography. Although without doubt on the Southern s...

In very nearly the first post I ever wrote on this blog, I mentioned my admiration for an observation made by the muckraking (and frequentl...

If ever I manage to delude myself into thinking I've written a sure-fire Number-One-with-a-Bullet country song, and that the next step i...

My perusals of Modern Literature have led me to a book of short stories by George MacDonald Fraser (he of Flashman fame) called McAuslan in ...

So two years take me through depression, sadness, the whole nine yards. I couldn't post to save my life. Every time I tried to post,...

I would like to propose a small gedankenexperiment... Suppose a gentleman were to return home from work unexpectedly one day to find his wif...

Saw this on the Clara Barton this morning. Luckily we were stopped at a light, and I was able to get a shot: They really do exist. Their we...