In honor of Mother's Day, an encore homage to the woman who birthed the love of my life and nurtured him into the man he has become. She is also known as my Mother-in-Law, the Butcher of Milwaukee.
And, she is going to kill me for telling this MTM-inspired story.
"There's no sense in dropping me off at my parents' house, MTM. Nobody will be home at this time of the morning."
"Well............where do you want me to leave you? I'll only be an hour or so."
"Starbucks. Take me to the only Starbucks in Florence, South Carolina. Not so much because I can get on the wi-fi."
Do you think it's possible to kill a person without ever laying a finger on him? Oh, I don't mean hiring hit men and that hogwash. When committing a crime, it's best to leave a trail you can explain.......in your favor.
But, I mean seriously........can you compel a person to make a particular choice? One that does him in, even if he doesn't know he signed his own death certificate?
There's nothing like a good typo to start the day.........especially when it is a front page, above-the-fold doozy like this one:
Have you ever seen a sign, Dear Reader? One of those harbingers of 'something' that makes your hair stand on end, your chest rattle, your index finger point in rude fashion at some thing in the distance?