Perhaps Sparky wanted his ad to stand out. Like his loaded bed. So he didn’t put this in Personals. He put it in Labor Gigs. Continue reading
Don’t you hate it when you finally get something you have wanted and needed for a very long time, then suddenly the reason you needed the thing goes away? That sums up today’s Sparky Adventure. Rather like The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry. Except with less deep feeling and intelligence. Continue reading
A sunny afternoon in Sparkyville. Our favorite Sparky is walking down the street in hopes of finding a deal on which to spend his paycheck. He passes an alley.
Man in Trench Coat: Psst! Continue reading
How do you look up a word if you don’t know how to spell it? That used to drive me crazy back in the days B.S. (Before Spellcheck) Now I just type to my best ability, wait for the wiggly red line, click on it and see what my options are. Continue reading
There’s this town called Leachfield. Actually, it’s Litchfield, but that’s only if you go straight there. If you pass through Sparkyville, it’s Leachfield. I don’t know why. Continue reading
I was looking around the lounge today and thinking it might be time to pick up some better furniture. Something that goes with the red table. Something that doesn’t smell like aunties. Something that you could sit on without endangering your life. Something tasteful yet inexpensive. Continue reading
I’m open to suggestions on this one. Sparky lives in the mountains of New Hampshire and managed to avoid that new-fangled learnin’. Or he took the state motto of Live Free or Die to heart and is totally free of books and computers. NH is The Granite State because of folks like this whose heads are, apparently, made from stone. Continue reading