Monthly Archives: August 2012

“The Mad Hatter” Jefferson W. Tufteduck, Jr., owner of the local haberdasher emporium, stood in the middle of his store admiring his wares. Oh, how proud he was of his shirts, ties, gloves, and hats, especially his hats. At that … Continue reading →

September words: Haberdasher  bowler   key Fifty Shades of Gray Flannel By PM Smith AKA Phyllis Smith Patterson “Oh Drat!” I murmur. “If I ever meet the man, and yes I know it is a man, that invented buttons on shoes, … Continue reading →

I pulled my Mustang up in front of the Barnstorm Inn and switched off the engine. For a place of legend, the outside wasn’t very impressive. The clapboard siding of the bar/restaurant, weathered silver gray from years of desert sun, … Continue reading →

Words: barnstorm, saffron, native It was the last night of the county fair. Delia twirled in the sawdust, her saffron cotton skirt billowed around her. She grew up in this rural Indiana county, a prodigal whose peripatetic wanderings had taken her … Continue reading →

ON WITH THE SHOW copyright August, 2012 Marian Allen Joel wrote the plays. Saffron figured out the staging. The rest of us painted canvas, scrounged up costumes, and memorized Joel’s not-so-deathless words. Pauly lined up the barns, empty stores, abandoned … Continue reading →