or, I suppose, somewhere for someone to leave a dog while the someone went who knows where.
I'll see how long this continues and, if anything changes, I'll take out the cell phone camera and . . uh, that sounds a little more like a threat. Or, maybe I'm being too hard on myself?
What the pictures may not capture is that, in spite of the t-shirt, button, flowers, concert photo book-styled publications being sold, there was a genuine feeling of visitors walking past a body lying in state on the Boulevard.
With the recent deaths of well-known infomercial king Billy Mays and impressionist Fred Travalena, it's enough to throw anyone off balance. Even I, who has a pretty even-keel philosophy on life and death, am not sure what to make of all of this.
While I chew on that, I suppose I need to dip my toe back into all things political. Slowly.