The Detective and The Case of the Missing Lol
Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
My toaster died. Well, not "died" died. It has life in it. If you plug it in and turn it on it will power up. It's more like a bad case of dementia. More often than not it forgets to toast one side of the bread or just refuses to toast the sides equally with... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I look at Blue and wonder where he came from. The dog shelter said he was a stray, but couldn't tell us where he was picked up. They only had him for about a month or so when we adopted him and guessed his age at a year old. He was labeled as a... Continue Reading →
The other day, for reasons still unknown to me, I allowed my daughter Lauren to convince me that we needed a dog. We didn’t need a dog. Nobody “needs” a dog. But she had been crying about it for a while and one day we found ourselves driving by a local animal shelter and, under... Continue Reading →
