January 19th, 2021 Posted 7:38 am

Bernie, huffing and puffing, went to the low wall at the edge, peered down. I got my paws on the top of the wall and helped with the peering. Very nice to see things from up here: the college, the quad, the surrounding streets, all the little people moving around. So busy and yet … so helpless. You had to love them. Whoa! What a strange thought! I pushed it aside and watched a Frisbee gliding through the sunshine, tiny suns glinting on its surface, a lovely sight. – from Of Mutts and Men




January 18th, 2021 Posted 8:18 am

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. – Martin Luther King

The truth is there’s not much color variety when it comes to humans, not compared to how we roll in the nation within. Take me, for example: mostly black but with one white ear, which I know on account of how many people mention it in my presence. Ever seen a human colored like me? The point is humans go on and on about skin colors when it isn’t even one of their strengths. – from Scents and Sensibility





January 17th, 2021 Posted 8:45 am

On Sundays we do beginnings, taking a look at the first few lines of all the Peter Abrahams books including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker – mostly so we can use that word! Moniker! How about Thereby Hangs A Tail today? It’s second in the Chet and Bernie series, but the series can be read in any order. For example, let’s say you wanted to start with Of Mutts and Men, the most recent? Who’s going to stop you? That’s the spirit!

The perp looked around – what nasty little eyes he had! – and saw there was nowhere to go. We were in some kind of warehouse, big and shadowy, with a few grimy high-up windows and tall stacks of machine parts. I couldn’t remember how the warehouse fit in, exactly, or even what the whole case was all about; only knew beyond a doubt, from those nasty eyes and that sour end-of-the-line smell, a bit like those kosher pickles Bernie had with his BLT’s – I’d tried one; once was enough for the kosher pickles, although I always had time for a BLT – that this guy was the perp. I lunged forward and grabbed him by the pantleg. Case closed.


Down and Dirty


January 16th, 2021 Posted 8:45 am

(hat tip – Sharon V)


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