I’ve heard he was in the Vietnam War and that fact by itself could explain his odd habits. He can be seen walking across parks, lots, even crossing the street in the same manner. Five paces and a three step turn. Once isn’t such a huge deal, but he’ll do it all the way down the block. He makes me dizzy watching him, I can’t understand how he stays in a straight line. I’d hate to see him walking a dog that way.
I spent a delightful couple of hours waiting in my car the other day while my Precious Redhead delayed coming out of her SAT test. It wasn’t her fault and to call the hours delightful is a stretch. But they were made better by a new mystery from author Gina Conroy, Digging Up Death. Continue reading