My brother, Adam is soaking up the sun this week in Florida which will make his transition over the weekend back to the land of ice and snow (insert your imitation Led Zeppelin wail here) a little bit harder than if he had been in New Foundland, which I'm told is quite lovely this time of year. Or lonely, I'm not sure which, come to think of it.
I mention Adam because he makes his living as an attorney and while I'm pretty sure he doesn't do too much work in criminal law, I suspect (whether he would agree with me or not) some of his clients are probably thought of as criminal by other people. When he warms up after his return I may ask him what he makes of this guy and his defense.
The ghost of Dan White? That's as may be. In any event it seems we've gone from Starsky and Hutch to Stearns & Foster. I'll switch the siren to lullaby so we don't wake anyone up during the chase.
-bill kenny
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Even the Birds Are Chained to the Sky
We have a forsythia bush in our side yard, near our kitchen, that we planted long ago. It tends to get wildly overgrown in the summer months...
-
Decades ago, when I was a college-age human, for a number of reasons caused by a variety of substances, I would often sit up all night watch...
-
I've offered what follows previously to honor the birth of our daughter. At the time I called it: The Circle Game Depending on what time... -
My wife is a mother, mentor, and inspiration to our two children. Today she and countless other mothers are wondering where the vases are fo...
No comments:
Post a Comment