Helped some friends yesterday move and anchor some machinery and ended up finishing early, so I headed home. I took backroads and enjoyed it a good deal.

I drove by the house where my cousin Charlie murdered my uncle Richard. I haven’t been there since Richard was alive- overgrown and a mess, it was always well groomed when he was alive.

sad, really. Sad also that hs murderor has been retried and found to be incompetent to stand trial and may once again walk the streets.

There is no justice, said Death. There is only me.