In Sight of the Mother Lode, or Road
“My God, law enforcement agencies from out west, what next?” I intended this response to be a stronger and more outraged comment but when it came out it was only…

“My God, law enforcement agencies from out west, what next?” I intended this response to be a stronger and more outraged comment but when it came out it was only…
3 o’clock comes up quickly. Mercury returns from her afternoon coffee run – a giant latte for her and a small cup of black for me. On this day, I’m…
I pulled into the parking space in front of the Courthouse, Louis Armstrong’s West End Blues playing on my Spotify. Seemed somehow appropriate for the setting. The pavement – two…