The Ugly, The Good, Tinytown

When I returned to Tinytown on the 8th of August I had no idea that a tragedy had occured which would deeply affect me. This is the "Ugly" part of the post.

A man I and many others respected was charged with a crime we know he could not have committed. No way, no how. However, maybe to spare his family a trial or cruel allegations, he ended his life on the morning of August 9th. When I found out, I was as close to being in shock as I have ever been (and that includes having been in a one car accident and losing my neighbors in a horrific car-train crash.)The worst part was reading the blogs for the news channels. Cruel, clueless, stupid people left comments designed to hurt innocent people. Fortunately the priest reads the blogs as well and the funeral was held in private before the out of town press knew anything about it.

Now for the "Good." Everyone I have spoken to has said the same thing. This man was a gentleman. He would hurt himself before he would ever hurt anyone else. And no one had ever heard one word against the man. I said he was an example of God showing off; good-looking, kind, smart, deeply religious, took care of his mom and differently-abled brother. John can rest in peace. His friends and fellow catholics are praying for him and his family. This is a good town. When we need to we stand together and protect our own. We are not stupid, nor are we naive.

And now the "Tinytown" part. For at least one month I will post a picture each day of this 'Tinytown.' I have called Bremond 'home' for 15 years. There is so much good here. I just don't know if there is enough for a picture a day for a month, let alone four months or a year. But I will try.

So, for one month at least, this blog could be subtitled: BremondDailyPhoto.

(This month's theme day is BIG. What's big in Tinytown? Check in tomorrow to find out.)

Wren

one more time?

I signed it. I had to. With tears behind my eyes, I walked through the maze to the main office. "I do not want to do this," I thought to myself. "I want to leave. This is not right, this is not what I want. This cannot be happening to me again!"

But it is. I am powerless to stop it. There is no other choice. Gingerly I finish the maze. There they are. I must hand it over. Not allowing myself to cry, I do it. I hand it in before the deadline.

I am bound for another year. I have handed in my contract. Texas has me for one more year.

Texas will not win the next time. I WILL LEAVE!

I will not die in Texas. I refuse.