
I studied Milton’s face as he rambled about himself and his past. Occasionally, I got a word in. “Milt, you said that before 9/11, you were king. What did you mean by that?” “Yes,” responded Milton, a bit too loudly. “King of the Mail Heap.” He was almost defiant in answering my question. “There was…

My daughter asked me why I was going out with Saul. “You know what he did, Mom,” she said. “Why bother with him? He makes poor choices.” “Made,” I said. “He made a bad decision and paid for it. I think people deserve a second chance,” I told Elizabeth. ** Since I started dating, I’ve made…

After ruminating over the mysterious email, I decided to confront Reed about this phantom correspondent. Whoever the writer was, she got herself into this predicament, so she would have to get herself out. I planned to send her message to Reed and follow up with a few questions. I called him at 3 p.m. my…