Between the Lines

Good morning, all. Ok, ok, let’s settle down. Although the thick snow cover says otherwise, welcome to what’s ironically called

Santa’s Private Office7 a.m., Monday, Dec 16 Knock knock! It’s unlocked! Oh, hey, Bingo. What’s up? Please don’t say it’s

Perhaps. And by that, do I mean will New York State eventually, or inevitably, legalize the recreational use of marijuana?

Ya-low. Hey, what’s happening? Hold on a minute while I move into another room. The Missus is watching “Judge Judy”

by Tim Kelly Once upon a time, people discovered the events of the world around them through newspapers. And to

Scraping hardened food off dishes with sweat and detergent-laden steam beading on me brow, emptying long-fermenting buckets of fish heads

Is there anything as awkward and unsure as a 15-year-old boy can be? Ok, yeah, a 15-year-old girl, perhaps. Wait,

Pictured Above: The Author & The Missus, On that Fateful June Day By Tim Kelly “And what is so rare

During my son’s formative years, I’d often find him and a friend sitting on the living room floor, thumbs clicking

Bow before me, all you lesser… people, for I am of royal lineage. No, I mean it. Maybe not the

by Tim Kelly I never saw stars, at least not in the cartoon sense. Nor did I see little tweeting