An Election Night for the Books, Full of Booze
The special election for mayor is over, and the staff at City Hall has completed counting the ballots. Wanda has been declared the winner, 3456 to 1525, a 2-to-1 win.…

The special election for mayor is over, and the staff at City Hall has completed counting the ballots. Wanda has been declared the winner, 3456 to 1525, a 2-to-1 win.…
The air outside is oddly unsettled. I walk down Walnut, toward Mother and Daddy’s house. I’m not sure how much longer I can take being there, but I’m not sure…
I feel as if I’ve commandeered this meeting with Silas and Mercury, but they certainly don’t seem to mind. We’ve covered Sheriff Paul and Armand. Now for Carson. “I’ve met…
I arrive early, anticipating Bernie’s arrival. Just as I’m about to enter the conference room, he steps into the building. “Hey!” I say, gesturing in his direction. “Silas will be…
It’s summer, so I decide to clear my head and walk the few blocks to work after breakfast with Mother at the Golden Pillar. I should know better than to…
As I managed the debate between Wanda and Shirley, I took the opportunity to pass out my business cards to potential customers and, in doing so, met Albert Nutwell. We…
My meetings and interviews with authorities in Arizona and Southern California have gone about as far as they can. I don’t expect anything else of significance to surface from that…
I don’t care for politics. I can remember when Bernie was still reporting for the Dispatch. He’d come home after covering a Town Hall meeting at 10 o’clock, blood boiling,…
Today is the day I visit Albert at Hilltop. I debate whether to walk there to calm my nerves or drive. I opt to drive so I arrive there crisp…
It occurs to me that I am intertwined with Carson Sigmund, whether I want to be or not. It was I who agreed to write the puff piece about him…