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March 20, 2019

I’ve come to Frostbite Falls, Minnesota, the cartoon heart of mid-century cartoon America, where the moose and the flying squirrel roam, and where seldom is heard a word that isn’t some kind of dad-blasted pun, and where Natasha Fatale, infamous spy and elusive saboteuse, resides. I should note that I’m cartoon, myself, in this dimension. I have eight fingers total. My nose is too small and body’s...

January 16, 2019

When the weather is fair, the Beauregarde-Salts will sometimes take a long walk with their giant schnauzer, Peg. Peg and Violet are nine and sixty-five years old, respectively. Veruca, senior-most of this odd bunch, has just turned sixty-six. For two thirds of each year, they live together in a 3,000 square-foot solar powered earth house in the Finger Lakes region of New York. The other third they...

November 14, 2018

Nurse Ratched—Mildred, as she has me call her from the start (she is Millie to friends, as she tells me three times)—lives a brisk, fifteen-minute walk from the Oregon State Hospital, where she is employed as a nurse supervising the men’s ward. (“It’s simply practical. Close to home for convenience, but just far enough away for comfort,” she tells me, impatiently.) 

But Mildred owns an expansive Vi...

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