Mercury & Silas, a Meeting of the Minds
I am half an hour early for brunch with Silas, tense already from strolling in on Lindy and his merry band of entrepreneurs. First issue jitters, I reckon, and with…

I am half an hour early for brunch with Silas, tense already from strolling in on Lindy and his merry band of entrepreneurs. First issue jitters, I reckon, and with…
I am anxious to meet Silas, the new guy in town, who we hope will sort out all our mysteries. We spoke briefly by phone last evening and agreed to…
Dear reader, I’ve returned. Not heat, nor the dark of night would keep your Miss Comportment from walking the five blocks to the Riverside and collecting three fresh bottles. Mission…
There is something luxurious about spending an entire evening at home. It’s rare, but what’s even more rare is that I’m really happy about it. No social obligations. No hunting…
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…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
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…