My dear accomplices of adventures arcane and uncommon, gather round thee electronic hearths to indulge in a tale peppered with perils, poignance and influenced heavily by a gallant, yet often misguided, foray into the green thicket of cannabinomical curiosities. Let us speak of Prostrated Patootie's CBD Tincture. First, you may…

After nineteen minutes past the chime of the grandfather clock, and exactly five sips into the medicinal green tea, I find myself sitting down with my antiquated typewriter, reminiscing about the long-gone days of Mark Twain and Tom Clancy. The delightfully musty smell of old pages from both these esteemed…

I had just converted my gated-community clubhouse into a fully serviceable yacht (with HOA approval, I assure you), gearing up for my morning routine of push-ups (nothing too grueling, mind you – four and a half is my limit). That's when my peroneus brevis grumbled under its breath and bit…

Ladies and gents of the edified e-age, if you're reading this, you are either skimming the dregs of internet content after having exhausted your usual fare or, like old Seymour here, you've been cannily lured by the paradoxical promise of youth nestled within the crinkled lines of age. Now, let…

Greetings from the ever-teetering precipice of my ninth decade. Your beloved curmudgeon Seymour here, coming to you live (quite literally against all odds) from the gray and drizzly realms of Portland, Maine. Forgive me, for my tale might read like the love child of Mark Twain and Tom Clancy, but…

As I sauntered down the unpredictable, yet engaging journey of my twilight years, my curiosity found an uncharted territory in the vibrant world of CBD. An old stallion with a spirit constantly hungering for exploration, I stumbled upon the intriguing specimen of local CBD creativity called 'Maine's Dastardly Kiss of…

Onwards, brethren of chronically advanced age, into the volatile world of CBD – uncharted territory indeed for an old sailor like me! Ensnared by the ceaseless drumbeat of modernity, I embarked on a quest for the treasure they call Steadfastness. But, alas! It was a voyage beset by sneaky pitfalls…

While I often yearn for the sweet, tranquil mundanity of bucolic living, I reckon, life hurls you a marauder of excitement on the heaving sea of city dwelling, even at the ripe old age of 89. You might ask, how? It's a question of relativity! For an old codger whose…

Now as I seated here in the twilight of my years, having amassed vast vicissitudes of life, I find myself drawn to recount the tale of my recent rendezvous with "Portland Persevere", a clever concoction of the devil's lettuce, that was born, brewed and bottled up north on the craggy…

Ahoy there, dear readership, 'tis your steadfast seafarer of the cannabinoid seas, Seymour, set to spin yet another tale of serendipitous exploration, courageous self-testing, and, inevitably – a dash of misfortune, as I grapple with the mysterious beast called age. This time, my compass pointed me to an exotic and…