Day to day

  He shows no remorse for the deaths he caused, even after having already spent so many years in jail, standing in his prison garb side by side with his shady attorney, while waves of hate flowed over him from family and friends of the victims, suffering through the verbal abuse like Christ, finally admitting his dreadful mistake, all too late, fed bad advice from an attorney who hoped to shift blame onto the troopers and EMTs, who desperately tried to save the lives of those he killed, not intentionally, just a stupid drug-induced mistake the widow of his victim will never let him forget, telling him she wants him to die, then to rot for eternity in hell. 2023 menu email to Al Sullivan

  Even though I’m told he showed no remorse for what he had done at his first sentencing, I can’t help but feel sorry for him, even when I know he did wrong, standing alone with his attorney in a room packed with people who hate him. He would soon lose the rest of his life for having done something so stupid he could never recover from hit or make amends, his attorney with his pigtails, checkered suit, and rings on every finger, brokering the best deal possible to shave off years from a sentence that will likely end his life in jail anyway. He is as much a victim of his own crime as the people he killed, when – stoned and distracted – his car slammed in the back of theirs, already years ago, though the waves of hate from the other sin the room never wanes, the stares of cops, family members EMTs, firefighters, even court officers, all bearing him their wish for his death which will likely transpire, his hands in chains as he waits for the final number of days, weeks, months and yea

    I made a mistake. I didn’t copy the link or download the content when I saw the reporter from the local daily had plagiarized by column. I wasn’t going to make a big deal of it, but it irked me that a journalist that has published throughout the nation should have stolen something a small town reporter like me wrote. Someone said I should be complemented. I was annoyed. Still, I hadn’t intended to complain about it, yet the more I thought the more irritated I got. I reached out to the person who posted my column and asked him to make contact with the reporter or her editor to make sure it never happened again. But finally, I decided to reach out to her editors myself, one editor sending me to the main editor, who took a whole day to get back to me and when he did, he demanded proof, as if he didn’t have the copy himself to look at (he has to edit her work and it would not get onto the internet without him). At which point, perhaps two days after the original post, I c