That got your attention, didn’t it? I think that was the intention of Judith Crist’s publishers when they named this 1968 collection of her movie reviews THE PRIVATE EYE, THE COWBOY AND THE VERY NAKED GIRL. Since I was ~mumblety mumblety~ in 1968, I’m enjoying…
I mean Corydon. Out in the country. ~God, please don’t strike me dead, I still have a dual passport as a City Gal.~ It may be because I just watched a rerun of M*A*S*H, but I saw this flu-shot clinic set up in the hospital…
Fall–or, if you aren’t American, Autumn–has always been my favorite time of year. The weather turns cooler, especially at night, so the mornings and evenings are as crisp as apples, and the leaves do that color-changing trick they do. Since Corydon started its farmers’ market,…
