Spencer and Margaret go to a vaudeville-Shakespeare review a the Clandestine Dinner Theater over on Eighth Ave
The first act is Morty Smack from Chicago. He’s been in the business for over sixty years.
My grandmother had two jokes.
When we’d go to her house for Sunday dinner, she’d say to me, “Eat every carrot and pea on [...]
It’s time for a more detailed story from the fourth chapter of the life and times of Dear Margaret and Charming Spencer:
Stepping out of a steel cocoon into nothingness…six members of the Class of 1975 feel a sense of physical disassociation as they leave the elevator and walk directly into the window-walled 10th story ballroom [...]
Mama, Me, and the Farm-born Atrocities…the beginning of my story and why I’m in jail. by Rene’ Goodenough
My Uncle Virgil lost his Rolex watch in a poker game. My mother has decided we have to steal it back from Bobby Earl, the man who won it. Since gambling is a sin to Mama, then [...]
Sam the mule pulls the plow as her brother Bignit follows behind, holding the harness as he trods along and tosses barbrady branches aside.
Paying BIG bucks for a reality movie…?
Margaret hurriedly groped amid the rubbish in her skirt pocket and brought forth a crumpled newspaper clipping. She insisted on having a pocket in almost every garment she wore (it was whispered that she wore men’s pajamas at night for that very reason) and no boy ever carried a more heterogeneous collection in his pockets than she did.
For a moment no one seemed to know what to do, and after the first excited cries the only audible sounds were the tippie tippie tippie-ing of the feet of the pursued and the pursuer on the flagstones of the rose garden walkway.
"Bless my courthouse," gasped George, "there’ll be murder done by that mad scoundrel!"
"Unless [...]
