Truth, Lies and Red-Eyes on a Sunday Afternoon

I’m drinking a Red-Eye, mid-day, on a Sunday. A cold rain set in this morning, melting a heavy layer of snow that’s covered the ground for the last two days; the kind of snow that drapes the trees and ground in an exquisite silence. CNN is on the television, the newscasters talking endlessly about Donald…

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The Blue Hole… West Virginia and The Opiate Epidemic

When I was a child I would go to my favorite swimming hole, a deep spot in the Sago River not far from my house in a small town in West Virginia. We called it the Blue Hole. I was a swimmer by nature. My parent’s swore I was born with gills.I could always find the water, and there…