Tag: E.R.Baxter III
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One by one they go
When old friends die. I sure miss Baxter. He was an old curmudgeon like me, but a huge cut above me in that he was a retired English professor and a published poet as opposed to me being a retired bum with a transient string of forgettable newspaper stories to my name. Like me he…
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A post about nothing (kind of like a ‘Seinfeld’ episode)
Blogging is a self-publishing ego trip, of course, and self-publishing is often looked down upon, even scorned by many.
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Of Chinese restaurants and clichés
People in the village are eschewing the local Chinese restaurant. (I’ve never cared for that word eschew, which has nothing to do with chewing — it’s from mid-14th century Old French eschiver, to shun, to avoid.) But I digress, as the cliché goes — now there’s a word that itself has become a cliché, and…
Mary Saves the Day 