I was wondering how Margaret Lindsley Warden knew so much about the Allens. Well, it turns out that Margaret is second cousins with Cornelle Lindsley (Cornelle’s father, Adrien, was Margaret’s mother, Annie’s first cousin). (Yes, the same Lindsleys of Third and Lindsley fame). Cornelle Lindsley married Sloss Baxter, who was Sue’s nephew.
Her reporting isn’t just reporting.
It’s family gossip.
He was driving so shitfaced drunk that you can smell the alcohol on his mug shot down 21st Avenue?! He is so very, very lucky he didn’t hit a pedestrian. So very lucky. If he thinks things look grim now, he should imagine how grim they’d be if he’d hit a Vanderbilt or a Belmont student. Or hell, imagine the headlines if he’d have hit the parents of some kid sick in the Children’s Hospital, who’d gone out to eat after their suffering child had fallen asleep.
The other thing that pisses me off about this is that he’s clearly bringing a loaded gun to at least the garage the legislators all use, and he’s gone out of his way to secure the ability to carry in bars and so on, but you and I can’t carry into his work place.
This bullshit of “I live by one set of rules, but you live by another” really irritates me.
Other than the whole falling into a grave thing, which I did not enjoy when it happened, though I am enjoying being able to say that I fell into a grave, I had a really nice time with my brothers yesterday, first one and then both.
It’s weird. We grew up so close, not because we necessarily liked each other best, but because we understood each other and our circumstances in ways others didn’t. Then it was weird. And now, I feel the loss that we’re so far apart. I like seeing the Butcher every day. I wish I could see our brother more often.
That’s a nice place to be but it also hurts my heart a little.
It’s funny to me how there’s always money to fund whatever anti-abortion hoop-jumping folks want to come up with. But there’s no money to prosecute domestic violence cases.
It’s almost as if people think women’s concerns about what happens to our bodies come last.
It is easier to rob really drunk people than it is sober ones. So, in a way, I guess if you’re going to drive around town plastered, it makes sense to be armed.