The End of the Blotchy Police Blotter, Merc Hopes
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 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,…
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…
Let me begin my story by saying that those in my line of work neither seek nor prefer being in the spotlight for any reason. People like me are happy…
So, how was my night at the Riverside, you may ask? I received the call from Bitsy – urgent, as usual. (Why is everything always urgent with her? My goodness.)…
At NYU, we called Willis “the workhorse” because if you needed anything at all – a move, a new muffler for your car, a date for a wedding … whatever…
Early morning breakfast plans with Mercury, and I have too much on my mind … I hate to say I told you so, dear daughter of mine, but I told…
I can remember as a kid when Mother would drag me by the hand through this dining room, chatting with everyone as she walked through, showing me off when people…