It’s 8:46 on a Tuesday morning. Primary election day. Verlie Suggs sat with me. We analyzed the local races and argued about whether Congressional Democrats should continue to go after Trump for his taxes.
Last Saturday, it snowed. Today, it’s 60 degrees and sunny. Lawns are out of control. It’s been too wet to mow. Finally, there is sun. We can breathe again.
soap can wash your
body. But nothing can
wash your soul right now, not
smokestacks can be
beautiful when the wind
is orange and purple right
It’s 2:25 in the morning. You’re asleep. I’m whispering in your ear while you snore. I’ll speak quietly to not disturb your dream about being chased by an indistinct figure in a hoodie holding a box of Cheerios. There’s a lot of action in your dreams. Let’s keep it this way.
You could tell it was going to be a tough morning yesterday when I got to work and only producer Ryan was there.
“Where’s the video guys?” I asked.
“They’re in finals week. They’ll be here late,” Ryan said.