We’ve all heard the expression about the wheels of justice: “The mills of the gods grind slowly, but they grind small.” With that, I did (albeit jokingly) expect city government paperwork would not be filled out in a timely manner and I would be arrested at my home at some point.
Well, that was last night….
Cory had taken the car to get a bite to eat and I had just settled down to watch the Rangers-Senators playoff game when there was a knock on the door. It was a stranger’s knock, while I did keep open the option that it could’ve also been Cory with his arms full of fast food. I opened the door and there were three Manassas police officers who asked me my name.
- Tuesday, April 24, 2012