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Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”

The Stony Lonesome: Happy Anniversary

Happy Double Anniversary to Me! It's a one, two, Jubilee! So pop the corks and pluck the storks and fell the anniversa-tree! So far as I know, there's no actual anniversa-tree, but I see no…

Nephew Of Avarice, Once Removed

As an addict — as a dyed-in-the-wool, card-carrying, ginuwine, for-real, tweak-seeking meth-missile — I have been known to take some fairly extreme measures to acquire the necessary chemicals in order to harmonize my various physical…

Pot Run To Garberville

I was grumpy on the way to Garberville. "Garberville sounds like a stupid name, anyway. What the hell does it even mean?" I groused. "I'm just guessing, but maybe there was a person named Garber…

Everybody Out Of The Box

Somebody actually told me recently to "think outside the box." Please. If this phrase ever had any meaning at all it's become obscured in a fog of overuse and irony. To me, the expression stinks…

Schmoozh & Zlender Fingers

There is an old adage about the cobbler's children going unshod that makes me wonder what trade or profession, if any, breeds the most problematic children. Is there a segment of the population, career-wise, that…

The Love Attack

Living in Southern California, you get used to humans visiting atrocities and depredations on one another. What else would you expect from a region that funds and shelters a terrorist organization like the Los Angeles…

Mathematically Eliminated

Baseball season is again winding down, and it's not looking real promising for the home team. While not yet "mathematically eliminated," as I write this it appears that, barring a fairly unlikely series of improbably…

My Experience At Hospitality House

A recent item in the Off The Record section of this-here publication stated that a certain group of Supervisors approved the disbursement of a big ol' chunk of dough, nearly 100 large, to the Hospitality…

The Stony Lonesome: Karaoke Night At The Tradewinds

I and a brace of the core members of my retinue were passing a Friday evening in a most pleasant fashion, quaffing cocktails and partaking of various deep-fried morsels at TW's, the bar at the…

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