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Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”

The Stony Lonesome: In Court

The thing I look most forward to reading each week when I receive my Advertiser  —  well, most weeks  —  okay, on the semi-rare occasions…

Good Cows Go to Jenny’s

I doubt that I'm the first person to wonder where it is they're coming from, when the cows come home; you don't see a lot…

The Stony Lonesome: It Gets Worse?

It was a bad day. A monumentally unpleasant, seriously discommoding, entirely disagreeable sort of day. In the Bad Day annals of the Bad Day pantheon,…

The Stony Lonesome: Heart Of Glass (Beach)

CAUTION! DO NOT TURN YOUR BACK ON THE OCEAN! You see the signs up and down the Mendocino Coast, wherever land, people and sea interface;…

The Stony Lonesome: Kids Today

I'm sitting here looking at the February 11 issue of this journal and wondering what I should make of the fact of my work being…

The Stony Lonesome: A History Lesson

It is Valentine's Day and I will not be receiving any cards. There will be no phone calls, no visits, declarations of love everlasting, because I — wait for it — got no sweetie. I know, hard to believe, right? I'm sure that not a few of you singletons out there are thinking, jeepers, if a jamoke of his radiance and fabulosity can't wrangle a dame, then what chance have I got?

The Stony Lonesome: Under the Footlights

In 2010 I was experiencing a period of sobriety and employment and so consorting with my sober friends, one of whom is local (Fort Bragg) man-about-town bon vivant and impresario Joseph Sverko. Joseph is the motivating force behind the annual Footlighters show and as such its writer, director, producer, costumer, and star. In addition to using an established group of amateur thesbians, he regularly enlists his friends to both act in and labor for the production although perhaps “enlists” does not really capture the spirit of force majeure that Joseph employs in his hyperzealous conscriptive efforts; “Shanghai” comes to mind, or maybe “press gang.”

The Stony Lonesome: ‘It Could Be Verse’

First off, Constant Reader, I would like to assure you that I have no idea what a "below standard boatswain door for grande" is, and…

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