Tag: The Rusty Hinge

1.66 Why Am I Helping Him Again?

Aware my fish was about to bite I kept my tone even, “If Iron Creek floods the water will work the caskets to the surface and carry them downstream then into town. The City Council will hammer you over it.” The Rye City Council…

Scotch

The Rusty Hinge’s scotch cupboards are a thing of beauty. Beatrice begged off from partaking, the slight rum hangover still fresh in her mind, I needed a sip to help me deal with Little Ben. BTW there is another twelve feet (at least) of…

1.65 Much Ado About Nothing

“Oh, you’re Phoebe’s former manager. I owe you a big thank you!” After this rather stunning declaration, she accidentally dropped her phone under the table. When she leaned over to retrieve it, she cut herself off mid-sentence. Little Ben eyed me. I just shrugged….

1.64 A Conundrum

(Take-Out from the Spare Rib from a previous visit…) My half-day flipped into a full-day when a couple of the Senior Center members asked me for a favor. They had a hankering for barbeque and wanted to go to the best joint around, The…

1.8 Lessons In Random Ordering

(To Be Clear – this is not The Fungus House!) Random ordering is not a sound strategy in a place called The Fungus House. Beatrice’s mushroom pho looked like a pretty piece of modern art in a bowl. Wood’s portobello burger looked like an…