Cadwaller’s Gun Posted by: Pam As of now—6:22 a.m. on Tuesday, June 6, 2006, my eighty-sixth birthday—my full name is Pamela Buchanan Murphy Gerson Cadwaller. I’m waiting with some asperity for a telephone call from the President of the United States. You know how his mini...
That’s how I think of my sequined caboose, since the words convey its hymnable wobble to altogether wooziality-making perfection. When I twitched Old Smokey into Los Angeles, there was no visible wear on it, even though I’d hauled it all the way from Alabam’-don’t-give-a-damn. I came from a long ...
Lucky for the Sun Posted by: Pamtonia Fraser I’d been living in Paris a few weeks when a book by Pamela Buchanan about Marie Antoinette thrummed in my head one wet morning, flapping little dust-jackety wings. That should tell you two things, the more obvious being that Paris is one unignorable ci...
