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Long about 1952 in Denver, Colorado the loon flung himself down a hill again and again until exhausted on one of these.
Long about 1952 in Denver, Colorado the loon flung himself down a hill again and again until exhausted on one of these.
Lightning Man’s alter ego was indeed a female attorney in Pawtucket, Rhode Island.
Lightning Man’s alter ego is: a. Miles Beefsteak, ill-mannered lonely hearts columnist for a pathetic small town news rag. b. Champ Follansby, egotistical gladhanding salesman employed by a shady used car dealership in Saugus, California. c. Red Scuff, sweet-talking middle reliever for a minor league baseball team, the Beerfield Undertow. d. Natasha Graywolf, nattily attired […]
broken stones bleeding bones moans and groans it’s all in a day’s work for the happy bludgeon
Say hello to Ruth. Hello, Ruth. After L. Frank Baum died, Ruth was chosen to carry on with the Oz stories, and so she did, turning out an Oz book a year through the 1920s and 1930s. One of her tales, The Gnome King of Oz, was a particular favorite of mine when I was […]
This particular witch tree is about to cast a spell on that unsuspecting evergreen on the left, soon to be evergreen no more.
When a triffid’s feelers begin to turn red, the wise thing to do is flee.
Oh, how little Ruby longed to be a stevedore.
Before she became Barbara Stanwyck, little Ruby Stevens wandered the streets of Brooklyn looking for: a. a decent 5 cent cigar. b. enlightenment. c. a magic wand so she could turn herself into a stevedore. d. Popsicle sticks.