A Captain Comes to Call
My name’s Wallace. Not the Wallace, a Wallace, or rather A. Wallace, Albert Wallace that is and… Let me start over. My name is Albert Wallace and I’m a driver for the RASS – the [more…]
My name’s Wallace. Not the Wallace, a Wallace, or rather A. Wallace, Albert Wallace that is and… Let me start over. My name is Albert Wallace and I’m a driver for the RASS – the [more…]
They keep turning up, farm implements of indeterminate age, mostly bladed and mostly without shafts. It seems unlikely that his particular scimitar like implement is either a sickle or scythe; I’m guessing it had a [more…]
When I watch the tragedies unfold on these mass shootings, I do not hold my breath as I know that the DemonRats will be pounding their chests and exploiting the deaths for what they [more…]
I was encouraged to write this article by Teggers Play Pop and Foxoles (I think) following a comment I made on GP some months ago. I can’t recall exactly what I said but it was [more…]
I’ve been talking to people, way more than I would ever talk to them, people are fine in short bursts, fifteen or twenty minutes is usually enough but in this wonderful, whacky world of lock-down-in-up [more…]
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