It has been a few days since I lasted posted, but the time has not been totally unproductive.
I have walked the streets of Maycomb as tensions rose. Trekked the Mississippi Delta trails in search of a bluesman. Sat uncomfortably with a Manson family member. Drank cocktails with a foul mouthed Marilyn Monroe.
All the while glancing, reluctantly, back over my shoulder.
One day I may just sever that rope.