The Honest Courtesan

I’m not sure what inspired it, but two of my most generous readers sent me gifts last week!  Robin Aguilar, who has read my work nearly since the beginning, sent me an electric edger (Grace wants one because they’re lighter than the gasoline-powered models) and a copy of Carl Sandburg’s Rootabaga Stories, a collection of delightfully-weird stories featuring creampuff villages, corn fairies, and moon toboggans that I loved as a child.  And another reader who prefers to remain anonymous sent me The Flintstones and a new collection of remastered Looney Tunes, the first Warner Brothers has released in years (the fact that it’s labeled “Volume I” provides cause for hope).  I’m especially looking forward to viewing The Flintstones because although the series was intended for family viewing, I haven’t seen it since I was a teenager and I’m sure that, like many other series I’ve rewatched in the past decade, I’ll see things in it I missed before because my brain was much too fast and much too noisy to take it all in.  Anyhow, thank y’all both so much!