Wild Wild West...

Dear Readers,

I called 911 this morning. I did so after a woman standing on the corner of Avenue N and 22nd Street pointed a large silver handgun at me. I was just driving along, minding my own business, and then wham! I'm staring down the barrel of something Dirty Harry might use. The 911 dispatcher was all business, "911, what's your emergency". No time for small-talk I guess when the world is counting on you.

Peace & Love,
J. S. Buchanan