“Fresh Pressed Despair” is finished and out making its way through slush piles for publication. Here’s an excerpt . . .
When you are a neighbor you come to know people as they are rather than the church faces seen on Sundays. You learn and know their routine. You see their trash beyond the physical heaps set out for weekly collection. You see the trash in their lives. It’s almost impossible to hide. Someone will see it like me-a watcher, an observer, and a trash picker of a different sort.