Miller Time for Bitsy (Gin?)
I walk out into the warm night. I can see Mercury well ahead of me, heading for the Riverside. I don’t want to be late for Miller. Because, you see,…

I walk out into the warm night. I can see Mercury well ahead of me, heading for the Riverside. I don’t want to be late for Miller. Because, you see,…
I’ve been living with my mother in her new house since my divorce from Lindy has been ongoing and its finally nearing an end. Living with Bitsy has certainly made…
I wish I was a bird-watcher. Then there’d be two reasons to go away for the weekend. Not that I’ve planned any of this – of course, I haven’t. I…
I cannot believe this is my day. I AM MAYOR! It’s warm enough to walk into work this morning, so I do, along the river. Per usual, Miller is at…
I wake up to a driving rain outside the window of my room at the Golden Pillar. Even worse, though, is the pounding in my head. Two glasses of wine…
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 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…
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,…
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…
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,…