And Gutenberg Lived Here: Would You Like Your Eggs In A Glass?

Many years ago, in an act of brilliance, in my humble opinion, the Nobel Prize winning author Heinrich Böll used the simple act of eating eggs, the only thing left between a down-at-the-heels Clown and death, to compare him to his wealthy businessman, good catholic, and solid Nazi-supporting burgher father’s breakfasting on eggs in a […]

And Gutenberg Lived Here: Can You Get A Michelin Star For Tuna Surprise?

For a long time, there was a t.v. program over here in which candidates try to stump a chef by bringing a shopping bag of groceries, all for under about twenty dollars, and watch two star chefs tear their hair out trying to turn a bag of chocolate bars, turnips, and mock turtle soup, into […]

Got Those Low Down, Sneakin’ Yellow-Bellied People-Watchin’ Blues

This week I got a noodge on my page. A suggestion by, (thank you) that I, well, not me alone, but a group of writers, write on the color yellow. Noodge noodge. Now yellow is about my unfavoritest color in the universe. Yellow skies frighten me. (When you’re from the midwest, you know which […]


Blues. Just the sound of the word brings up images. Blues in the night. St. Louis blues. Old time, deep south, hot sultry, no sound but the crickets and mosquitos, too hot to sleep, so you lie there, sweat soaked, tossing and turning, moaning about everything that is bad in your life and doesn’t look […]