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  • Always Liked Nebraska

    Filch Burgoo had always liked Nebraska. At least, he told himself, he had always liked watching the vast Nebraska plains roll past outside the open door of a comfortable boxcar like the one he and his pals were in. They were headed east toward the big switching yards outside Omaha, where Filch was thinking of… Continue reading

  • Barnstorming

    Sometimes you’ll see a story about some person or group “barnstorming”, which means touring around an area — possibly the whole US — making brief stops for whatever their specialty happens to be. A band could hold a barnstorming concert tour; a political candidate could barnstorm around giving speeches, and so forth.  If you look… Continue reading

  • Cahoots

    “She was in cahoots with a doctor.” That’s a line from “Murder Must Wait,” a 1953 detective novel. It’s a pretty typical line; I don’t know how many novels in the crime fiction genre include “…in cahoots with…” but I bet it’s in the hundreds, at least. Being “in cahoots” with somebody means partnering with them, with… Continue reading

  • Born Today: William Murdoch

    If you lived two or three centuries ago, you mostly lived in the dark. I don’t mean metaphorically; candles don’t produce much illumination, and in those days they were pretty expensive. There weren’t very many alternatives, either. Luckily for people who liked to stay up late or read at night, William Murdoch was born on… Continue reading

  • August 21

    When you fill out an online form with your postal location information, one of the choices in the “country” dropdown menu is “United States Outlying Islands.” Ever wonder about those? One of them was discovered today, August 21, in 1821.  Jarvis Island is a tiny coral island that’s really, totally, I’m not kidding, in the… Continue reading

  • A disappearance in the Foreign Quarter

    To: Major Hubbard, OBGByronton GuardRP Box 9 Report of Initial InvestigationGuardsman: Sgt P. RivelyDetails: I was summoned from the foreign quarter guardhouse by Andrea Woodscombe (Mrs.), proprietress of a boarding house at 178 Little Whist La. Mrs Woodscombe’s complaint involved one of her tenants, a Molly Perkins, who had not returned to her room for two… Continue reading

  • Born Today: Henry Every, King of the Pirates

    It might be a bit unusual for someone to be remembered for centuries for events in just a brief period of their life. In the case of Henry Every, who was (probably) born August 20, 1656, (probably) in an English village a bit north of Devon. He may have been related to the Every family… Continue reading

  • Facinorous, etc.

    If you’re anything like Shakespeare, (and come on, you know you are!) you occasionally have the need to fling an epithet at someone. And here’s a good one. Shakespeare used it in “As You Like It.” When you use it, you’re calling someone immoral, vile, heinous, highly criminal, very wicked. The word is somewhat obscure,… Continue reading

  • August 20

    You’ve probably heard the term “going postal.” When it’s used as dark humor, it means being driven nuts by events and people around you. When it’s used seriously, it means shooting your coworkers.  “Going postal” comes from this very day in 1986. Patrick Sherrill, a “relief carrier” in the Edmond, Oklahoma post office, brought a… Continue reading

  • Yo Ho Nose

    Hare was hosting a big party in his meadow. Everyone was starting to arrive. Even Bear was coming, and Ma and Pa Mouse and Betty and Ralph Rat had said they’d come over after work at the college. Hare was just bringing out a tray of crackers topped with carrot mousse when Dog arrived, looking… Continue reading

About Me

I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

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Tales from the Forest

Quarantimed; A Book of Days