Something understood

by chuckofish

Last night I stayed up late finishing Craig Johnson’s latest mystery, The Brothers McKay. Not a masterpiece, but another solid entry in the Longmire Oeuvre. This one riffs on The Brothers Karamasov and that’s an interesting twist. Johnson’s formula is a winning one–Sherriff Walter Longmire spends a long time interviewing suspects while a forest fire rages in the background and then there are 30-40 pages nearing a denouement where Walt fights with natural forces to save his life and the life of one suspect. His sense of duty to the badge never lets him give in when a lesser man would etc. A few familiar characters reappear, as well, and, of course, there’s Dog. I have to admit that one of my favorite characters this time around was a big Mule named Borax.

I had lunch with one of my 90-year old friends at her assisted living residence. We had not seen each other for some time so it was quite a gabfest. I hope I am that sharp twenty years from now.

I also gabbed with my DP on the phone and caught up with her. We discussed how now that Ida got a haircut (“They’re called bangs!”) she looks even more like her great aunt…

And so it goes.

Life is good. Keep the faith. Call an old friend.