Sometimes crime just has to take a back seat.
This column isn’t about crime but it is about life and death.
For 18 months I’ve put it off. I mean, what do you do with a childhood house full of memories after you lose both your parents?
We moved into the house when I was just out of elementary school - more years ago than I care to admit. And, I’m almost embarrassed to admit that I have let their home remain virtually untouched. I just couldn’t bear tampering with their things. As an only child I have no siblings to argue with me over my decision. So, I just let the house be, sitting there like some sort of organic time capsule. I have been paralyzed with indecision about what to do. [click to continue...]



