by Larry Brody
Thanks to master craftsman and fiction podcaster supreme Bob Tinsley for bestowing this honor upon my most deserving superhero (her hobby is quantum physics!) wife!

via Facebook, but what can you do?
Thanks to master craftsman and fiction podcaster supreme Bob Tinsley for bestowing this honor upon my most deserving superhero (her hobby is quantum physics!) wife!

via Facebook, but what can you do?
…And I know I have a lot of you because my life has always been about dreaming-fantasizing-leaving-this-world-for-another-one-just-around-the bend.
Which leads me to this daily segment of Stephan Pastis’ comic strip, Pearls Before Swine from about a week ago:

UNUSUAL NOTE FROM LB: For those not in the know, which is roughly everyone in the universe, Gwen the Beautiful and I have lived on the Olympic Peninsula, across Puget Sound (and around the bend) from Seattle for over 10 years.

We live in a resort community in the woods, in a home we love even if it isn’t horsified acreage on top of our own mountain and bears no resemblance in terms of lifestyle (except for woods and the long drive to reach most shopping and services) to our former abode.
I’d be worried about the headline here giving away the punchline, but this isn’t really that kind of comic, is it?

Just between us, I think we’re all unreliable narrators, and not only on the page. And science seems to agree.

THE USUAL NOTE FROM LB: From the summer of 2002 to the spring of 2010, Gwen the Beautiful and I were the proud and often exhausted owners of a beautiful Ozarks property we called Cloud Creek Ranch.
In many ways, the ranch was paradise. But it was a paradise with a price that started going up before we even knew it existed. Here’s another Monday musing about our adventure and the lessons we learned.
Oh, and if y’all detect any irony, please believe me when I say it comes straight from the universe and not your kindly Uncle Larry B.