Feuilleton du Jour

I'm walkin' to New Orleans.

Posted by Fat Man at June 10, 2014 4:18 AM

"Drama of the Day" sounds better in French, has a better alibi.

Every morning, before the break of day, I chase the vestiges of blues away with a strong cuppa black tea and a ciggie (Danish shag, a nice jolt).
Sometimes I get to drifting, lose sight of shore. This column gets me farther out faster.

"Ship to shore,
Can't see the coastline anymore;
I shouldn't be here,
I thought I made that loud and clear" Hiatt

Oh, comments. Er, um yeah, I got 'em here somewheres ...

Posted by chasmatic at June 10, 2014 5:44 AM

The only comment I could come up with is:

"If time didn’t go by so fast I wouldn’t dwell so much in the past." — Zippy

Posted by chasmatic at June 10, 2014 3:09 PM

Don't bring a knife to a gun fight!

Bring a can of pepper spray and your bridal registry instead.

Lucky kid, brave, but lucky. I'd like to send him a book for a wedding present, Jimmy Doolittle's autobiography "I could never be that lucky again".

Posted by On the North River at June 11, 2014 5:00 PM