Roll back prices

​After learning that my candidate for our local Board of Commissioners lost, I went to court to represent a woman who is seriously strung out on heroin. As she sat talking to me, she was peeling the skin off of her fingers.  She was wearing flip-flops and her toes looked she spent a lot of time peeling her skin there too.  She didn’t want to go to jail and blamed me and everyone else in the courtroom when she was sentenced.  Heroin is an awful, awful drug.

The sky opened up several times today, soaking me every time, even though I had an umbrella.

When I left court, I split the seat of my pants while getting into the car. Damn that prednisone weight!

The bright spot in my day; Walmart rolled back the price on their spring water. It’s normally 88 cents per gallon, but today it was 58 cents.

I bought eight gallons. (The eighth is in the fridge.)

Thanks, Walmart. 

Election Day

I love Election Day.  The prognosticators, the exit polls, the touch screen maps; I love all of it.  The crafting of a message, the mathematics of campaigning, the seemingly endless wait until the polls close on the west coast – they start an adrenaline rush in me that is like no other.

But it’s more than that.

Women standing up to their fathers and husbands.

Seneca Falls, New York, 1848.

Soujourner Truth.

Freedom Summer.

The dogs.

The water hoses.

Pettus Bridge.

So every single election, I proudly walk into the polls and assert my citizenship, my personhood, and I exercise my right, carrying with me all those who never could.


I voted today.  Have you?