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Of Spenser and Seuss

by Jean McCamy Robert B. Parker died in 2010 and I think I subconsciously put off reading Sixkill, the 39th and last Spenser novel, because I didn’t want to say goodbye. It was hard to turn the last page. Spenser fans have happily followed not only the lead character, but his...
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Dignified Rossum will be missed

Like so many of you, I have loved dogs and I have loved cats. I never really expected to lose my heart to a guinea pig, but I did. My older two grandsons each had a guinea pig living in adjoining cages (not the same cage, for obvious reasons). They had such different...

This grandma prefers comfort over style

by Jean McCamy Noel Coward’s song, Only Mad Dogs and Englishmen Go Out in the Noon Day Sun is often quoted in the summer, but a winter paraphrasing might be, “only sled dogs and soccer grandmas go out in the noon day cold.” There’s a good chance the soccer parents and NFL fans...

Taking my brown thumb to a garden party

This is the time of the year when my flower beds start showing their true state of neglect as a sea of high brown grass (and not the ornamental kind from the nursery) undulates in the sun. The daffodils beat the weeds and looked lovely. The irises and peonies bloomed tall and...
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Dogs — and finding true north

We don’t have a dog these days. In fact, it’s been a long time now since we had a dog, and an even longer time since we lived where we had to take our dogs for walks on a leash. So, I’m not in a good position to check out a tidbit I heard on the radio. It was reported that a...

First light bulbs, now Cheerios?

by Jean McCamy Oh dear. They are messing with Cheerios. I heard a report that they are going to change the formula and, since they showed the knock-off brands that have already eliminated the offending ingredient, I see trouble ahead. It’s not that I like Cheerios. In fact, I...

Not-so-brave New Year

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy   Every time I hear an announcement that yet another job has been automated or replaced by an electronic device, I shake my head. That’s all lovely, but where are people going to find jobs? We all know that manufacturing and agriculture is...

Merry Christmas to all

by Jean McCamy   Every year, I write a Christmas poem to go in my grown children’s stockings. Some poems are funny, some serious, and some are much better than others. This year I think my muse is on holiday, but still, I’ll share with you as well, as I wish each of you a...

Phones on plane not smart idea

by: Jean McCamy   I have a cell phone. It’s not very smart and it lives in a dark corner of my pocketbook until I take it out to make a call. I don’t know what the number is, and since it’s never on and it doesn’t know how to take messages, there’s no real reason for anybody...
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Now, we dress up only to impress

by Jean McCamy It’s not perfectly clear why men started wearing pieces of cloth around their necks, but the practice dates back at least to the early 1600s, and although styles of ties have changed through the years, the practice has continued uninterrupted. There have been—and...
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Beach wedding was perfect

by Jean McCamy A beach at its best is a glorious place, with soft sand underfoot, a warm sun overhead, a cooling breeze blowing past, and the rhythmic roll of waves against the shore. Ghost crabs skitter across the sand, gulls and pelicans soar overhead and dolphins frolic just...

Capitol hijinks a mess for everyone

by Jean McCamy It’s so embarrassing. We have international visitors and here is the United States with its pants down, oops, no, sorry, with its government down. Not exactly an easy little faux pas to ignore or explain away, is it? I frankly can’t think of any explanation for how...