I spent several years working in the casino business. Not to sound cynicle, but the illusion that is sold to the public of people...
I have to confess to having mixed feelings about body art and tatoos. Maybe it's a generational thing. I know more than a few people who've had it done who are normal, well adjusted members of society. I've also come across a few others who seem to have gotten carried away with it. But then I guess that could happen with just about anything.
At the risk of sounding like the old geezer that I will eventually become; It seems like every year the holiday shopping season starts earlier and earlier. We're bombarded with ads and carols and all the trimmings for six week or so and then on the day after Christmas it's throw out the tree, rip down the lights and let's start the Presidents Day sale. I wonder if there will ever be any kind of push back from the more traditional types?
Any one who has ever played a competitive sport knows that losing is part of the game. It helps keep us humble. Beyond that I think it also provides an important life lesson on handling disappointment and being resilient. Some losses, however, are harder to take than others. It's in these moments that the darker part of our psyche can be revealed.
As I was writing "Rust Belt Redemption," one of the things I struggled with was how much detail to go into regarding a given character's back story. Would it be better to try to explain what made that person the way they are, or is it going to bog the story down? One character I know I gave short shrift to was Katrina Bedford, the mysterious, somewhat violent friend of Donna Sheilds. Here now, with my appology, is a little more about Trina.
Over the last couple of years, there have been a couple of hit and run accidents in the area that have drawn a lot of attention. For one reason or another the cases were either eunsoved or came to a dubious conclusion. Was it money? Social status? Was it justice served or is the leagal system flawed. And what if the driver came from the wrong side of the tracks?
I wrote this story a few years ago as an exerscise. The premise was to ask what would happen if an individual rejected the deeply held beliefs of their family or group. I found myself asking what would happen if it was the other way around and happened in a family of non-believers.