Musings – on the editor’s mind
March 2, 2022
A story and a satire
I was in the Tav last Friday afternoon having a bourbon and a beer before I went out to Anacortes to get my oil changed, there not being any place in town for automotive work. I was telling my friend McCoy that while I was out I was going to get a couple of bunches of daffodils for the Mrs. She really likes those yellow blooms on the kitchen table this time of year. She says they remind her of the sun when she gets up early in the dark after that damned daylight savings time kicks in.
So McCoy says to me “Hat,” cause he knows I hate his shortening my name. “Hat”...