Good evening, Netizens... When the dreams died, a group of us stood just outside the city limits, watching the skies expectantly as if suddenly everything would be whole again, but in the steadfast silence, which was all that was left of it after the Change,…
Good evening Netizens... From the depths of the rather long-winded discussion about the Ombudsman, I heard a recurring theme come wafting down the elevator shaft deep in the basement of Spokane where I often spend hours and hours hopefully peering upward toward the street grate…