He stepped out and then started walking briskly to the house. Something wasn’t right. Not right at all. And like giant pieces of a jigsaw puzzle slamming together on their own and grandly announcing here we are, I knew just how wrong I had been. I opened the door and stepped out on the stone step...
No offense to the memory of Bronson Toles, I was bored to tears after the first half hour or so. Speaker after speaker went up and rambled or ranted about the man, about oppression, about imperialism, and oh yeah, about a certain nuclear power plant. I took notes the best I could, wondering how r...