Bobbie Rants: November 17, 2016
I don’t rightly know what this has to do with anything. But for me it has to do with everything.
He dragged his grip up...
Bobbie Rants
By Bobbie Glasheen
From our lovely porch on Cedar Street, I can sit forever and watch the birds change color and fall from the trees....
Bobbie Rants
By Bobbie Glasheen
I would like a challenge match with, let me see ... Jack Nicholson. Hulk Hogan. I’ll bet my bad moods can beat...
Bobbie Rants: October 13, 2016
By Bobbie Glasheen
Today’s mail lies scattered on the table before me. No, I do not want to contribute to the Annual Fund to Save...
Bobbie Rants: Love/hate
By Bobbie Glasheen
Believe it or not, I do have a good friend in Idyllwild. Occasionally, we engage in violent struggles of will. Then we...
Bobbie Rants: “Riff”…
Reading from the Book of Common Prayer, I came across the word “riff.”
I wondered, did they mean to write ripp or riff-raff? I did...
Bobbie Rants: Oh Idyllwild …
The sad truth is I ranted myself right out of business. Grumped and harrumphed, sighed frequently, complained of arthritis and before I...
Bobbie Rants: January 12, 2017
Gen turned to Madge over lunch and said, “Madge, you look beautiful. I love the color of your hair.” Madge, in fact, looked dreadful....
Bobbie Rants
I read recently that death is the number 1 killer in the world.
Interesting, that. Then why must I listen to endless harangues pointing to...
Bobbie Rants
By Bobbie Glasheen
The closest I will ever come to perfection is when someone (a dear friend, I hope)...