Why, just the other day I was having the most inspired conversation with one of my stuffed penguins when…yes. I can completely relate to DV Berkom’s blog about CWS. And you should have been a fly on the wall when I asked a local police detective the street value of a baseball-sized bag of cocaine. Because I’m a writer and I need to know these things, okay? (It helps if you smile sweetly and have gray hair.)
I talk to the dogs. They’re both deaf. As for cop stuff, lucky to have a brother who is a cop. No risk of getting locked up or tossed in the loony bin, though sometimes he ignores my texts (Do cops really say ‘calling all cars?’) – I take the silence to mean, no, you nut job…