A.G.E's Joint

 Clouds in my coffee? When I first read the topic, Harry Handy immediately popped into my head. We are all of the Geritol Generation and 70s and 80s music was so much a part of it.  Then I heard Jeff Beck died, then David Crosby. Two people known for their extreme ways. I'm sure over the next year there will be more and more of the old gray rockers who will no longer get older.  Will they be asking after me? Sure, they will.  But until then, I'll eat my carbs and drink my wine.  It's all we have under the sun. 

  RRrring! Good Day, and welcome to Devil's Quill Communications. My name is Jezebel. How may we serve you today? Your Husband did what? Brought his new girlfriend over while you were changing the baby? My, isn't he the cheeky one? Oh, she handled the Flood Tide for you? That was nice. But then she wanted to clean everybody up? Including you? Hmm... Sounds like you might have a problem there and I think we might have the solution. Our "Hell Hath No Fury" package. In it, we provide personal lubricant spiked with chili peppers, a marital aid that doesn't turn off when used, and a webcam with an app for you to enjoy the festivities. We'll have those two worn down to germ when we get through. In my experience, it is great fun. In addition, I can include a 1:24 scale model of our golden calf for proud display in your home. All for the low, low price of an Age and an Epoch in Purgatory.  What about just chucking Missy through the window? Where exactly do you live? 3

What a morning.  Jimmy had won a trip to the beach at the dealership. But it wasn't a Kingdom by the sea and a big yacht. Instead, it was a small four-room cabin and a flat-bottomed barge designed to troll the marshes. Jimmy smiled when he saw it.  "Ooh, fresh seafood." As he put the car in park. "And who do you think is going to clean it, Cowboy?" The kids giggled in the backseat.  "I'll help you. Uncle Chuck taught me." Kathy wasn't sure about that. Chuck might have been who their son was named after, but he was about as useless as a fish on a bicycle. That was going to be her job. She didn't mind, though. It didn't take long to offload everything and set up the cabin for the night.  The next morning the four of them stood in silence when the Captain, a tall thin black man, introduced himself and walked them around the rusty craft. Emily spoke up.   "So, how do you make it go?"  The man laughed. " Hop aboard and I'l