Gunnar Olafsson 
Jenny Page Susan Roots Out Albert as the Middle Valley Debate Unfolds
It’s debate night. I arrive at the high school in time for a short briefing from Miss Comportment (or Marjorie. I’m never sure how to address her). The public seats…
Bentley’s Big Night – and Better Play
To say that I’ve been disinterested, at best, in the upcoming mayoral election is to say the sky is blue. My business is my life, the way I see it,…
Albert Sidesteps Bitsy and Wanda – for Now
I’ve never been into politics. In fact, I’ve done my best to avoid it, particularly those of the local variety. So the email from Bitsy (copying Wanda) has me in…
Is Bitsy’s Backstory Being Bared?
The sound of the doorbell jars me from my political trance. It’s 11 AM and I am wondering whether I’ve done enough to secure a win for Wanda. “Good morning,…
The Riverside’s Hidden History Comes to Light
One of the things I’ve been a curious about since the time capsule came into our midst is the ownership history of the Riverside. Cassie is its current owner, having…
Wanda’s at the Wheel Heading Into the Debate
The election is growing closer and I’m getting nervous. We have a debate in two days. I’ve not really begun to prepare. A discussion of some issues here and there…
Making History on a Hilltop, High Above Town
It was significant to me that Albert acknowledged, and maybe even welcomed, my interest in Hilltop. Moreover, he offered me a tour of the estate and mansion without being asked.…
Elyse Accepts a Path Not Yet Taken – or Wanted
It’s a warm, dewy morning outside. I decide to walk the five blocks to Shirley’s real estate office for our meeting. I admire the beautiful riverbanks in the early light,…
Meryl Streep, Bitsy, and a Gin and Tonic or Two
I haven’t been this excited since Lay-about Lindy let my daughter out of his pompous paws. Thornton is exhilarating. His deft handling of the artifacts of Middle Valley from decades…
Albert Puts History in His Pipe, Then Smokes It
After Mr. McHughe adjourns his meeting, it’s clear word is spreading as to the capsule’s contents. I pride myself on staying out of the fray, but I imagine the barstools…