Me and Robert Mueller

Not sure where to put this. I have a lot of feelings about the death of Robert Mueller, and it feels right to put them down somewhere, if only to counteract the words of OTHER people.

He impressed me as someone doing his duty, not to a president, but to higher concept of country, the constitution, the law. I don't know. I never met him, but he must have been increasingly lonely toward the end of his life. I've been glad my own father didn't live to see what happened to his beloved Republican Party.

I saw a movie that I did not relate to much about 20-somethings going on a roadtrip to break in to Skywalker Ranch to see the 1st (but released 4th) Star Wars movie because their friend was dying of cancer and wouldn't be around to see the premier. What kind of similar roadtrip would I relate to?

Thus was born "The Way Old Friends Do," the second novella in my first cozy mystery collection, Birth of the Black Orchids. Read it to spend some time at a distance with Robert Mueller, my version of a tribute.

You can read it and some of my other stories for free by signing up for the Cozy Mystery Book Club before the end of March. And you'll receive a free ebook every month by other authors for the rest of the year. Such a deal.