My Mystery, Cha Nine

As they walked into Maude’s Inn, Goober Partridge and Kossov Dith gave contented sighs. “What great hamburgers!”, exclaimed Partridge. “And, that coffee!” “And, the onions, fried until almost brown…” “Yum!”, agreed Kossov. There was a pause… “Do you have any Imodium?”, asked the great detective. Kossov opened his case. “I’ll see if there is enough […]

My Mystery, Cha Eight

Partridge stretched, “I greatly fear we have missed our luncheon. Shall we find food and lodging for the night?” Kossov got up, “Do you think the murderer is anyone from the staff?” “I doubt it. None of them seem that clever. Plus, all the jury knives were stolen” “So, we’ll have to move on to […]

Still Still More Advice from my Great Grandpappy

It’s best to avoid renting an apartment that has the term “urine-soaked” anywhere in the description. Never buy hamburger from a bad-tempered butcher. The rule of thumb is: For every two zucchini plants you grow, you should make one new friend who really likes eating zucchini. If your landlord stops by to pick up the […]