The Envelope, Please

On the evening of the first Monday of every month, you will find me with some of the most stupendous people I could ever hope to meet. Book group! And we actually read the books. Granted, not everybody reads every book. Life happens. But we’re not one of those...

Installment 4: The Corner Trumpet

Seven By the time Bill got back to Front Street, the hazy sky had deteriorated into a downright gloomy vision. Thunderstorms were on the way, no question about it. Southern storms were a sight to behold. In Colorado, storms would roll in and push out in a matter of...