So, there I was, yesterday, out and about in my nearest small town, leaving the local Tractor Supply (chicken, sheep, and bird feed) and pulling out onto the closest major highway (State Route 19 which runs North to South the entire length of Western Pennsylvania, from the West Virginia Border to Erie, just south of where New York takes over), when I saw it. A white van with a sign on the door reading:
A bit of online research leads me to believe that it’s probably just deliveries made on behalf of a local Indian restaurant. But–forgive me–for one halcyon moment, I thought that the world had righted itself, and that those who needed to be held accountable actually might be, and that I might have a hand in the outcome of same. That this was–perhaps–an outfit I, or others, could use to even the score for ourselves or for our families in matters both personal or public.
Would that were actually the case. 🤣🤣🤣
Gagara Yasin. (I never give up hope on that front.)
