A Day in the Life of a Historian
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…

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…
The statue of Mick Righteous was intended to be a general interest to visitors to the Middle Valley area, perhaps not a great draw in and of itself, but one…
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.)…
The guard tells me that Bernie will be here to visit me in a few minutes. “Oh, good! That’s great!” Anxious as I am, I’m looking forward to talking to…
The next morning we drive to the jail and obtain permission to talk to both Armand and Sheriff Paul. Our request to have them separated so we could talk to…
My campaign to get Shirley elected mayor seems to have gotten off to a rather dubious start. Most of my current effort has been spent trying to recruit more people…
It’s been a long day for Cassie. I’m surprised she’s still on her feet. From what I can piece together, most of what happened today would not have happened if…
Does anyone care that I’ve been sitting here for 20 mins? Apparently not. Cecil’s bopping about, Cassie is no where to be found, yet the late breakfast / lunch rush…
I drive as fast as I dare. Nico is slicing through town in a resident’s car, though I am unable to see him. I come to an intersection. Right or…
The cops are still searching for Nico, having completed the upper level and moving down to the next lower deck. I’m not directly involved in the ongoing search at this…