From Badge to Behind Bars: Paul’s Singing the Jailhouse Blues
Gunnar Olafsson Another day in this hellhole. Haven’t seen anyone from Middle Valley in quite a while with the notable exception of my lawyer, that is, and he isn’t really helping matters…
Gunnar Olafsson
His name is Lindy, Mother
I was bored and worried. That’s what I told Lindy. He didn’t answer my question about Bitsy. Lindy downed his beer quickly and was off to talk to his crew.…
Friday Fatigue: Finding the Middle Valley Voice
Four hours of meetings and I am worn out. The regular work sessions with Carson have presented challenges – no doubt tomorrow will be more of the same. Lots to…
Elyse, Chablis, and Landmines
I am tired, but I need noise. Anonymity is not an option around here, as we all know. I need people around me I don’t know. I don’t want to…
Aligning of the Orbits: Shirley & Bitsy Unite
Ice on the Chickotee, ice in my glass …. Wasn’t that a song? Well, it should be. The icy chunks line the banks of our lifeblood, of the vein of…
Wanda & Vodka On My Mind
Sitting on my recliner, mired in a gray area, unwinding from my day. Reliving today’s goings on in Middle Valley, with capable assistance of a vodka and tonic. It was…
Bernie to the World: Journalism is NOT Dead!
Wednesdays are the worst, this one in particular. Three weather previews to edit, a process story on what could have been the least productive county legislature meeting (which included a…