This story started here. “I was surprised that you ceded the town to Sheriff Rhonda, even if it was in exchange for the campus.” My employer sipped her coffee and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see what I’d say … Continue reading
This story started here. Sheriff Rhonda’s secretary led us into her office. She was sitting behind her desk, and she stood up as we came in. “I’m suggesting we talk outside,” she said to my employer. “Unlike Sheriff Baxter, … Continue reading
This story started here. We ordered dinner, and as we waited I told my employer about the room I’d secured for that night. I shrugged. “I guess tomorrow we’ll have to find another place — in addition to everything … Continue reading
Two observations about phones (by which, I maybe need to clarify, I mean smartphones). 1) Yesterday I took a bus trip. I last took this trip two years ago (and the year before that, and so on). What was striking … Continue reading
This story started here. The deputies and the corpse were gone, and the house was sealed. We were standing on the front porch with the sheriff. “Do you have any way of reaching the Arkright family?” my employer asked. … Continue reading
In 1975, the American Film Institute gave Orson Welles its Lifetime Achievement Award. I remember watching the ceremony on television — I was a huge fan of his even back then. It’s always bittersweet to get a lifetime achievement award, … Continue reading