Avidity for Bidding Mourning As unvirtuous men pass loudly away, And scream for their souls to go, Whilst some of their mad friends plead, “Breath, go now,” and some yell, “Now!” So you squawk and squeal, your horrid noise Of tears, and laughs, and sighs, to move Me to profanation in your joys, But you…

I got a package in the mail today. I rarely get anything but junk mail, so the thick cardboard package was exciting. Inside was a journal and a sheet of paper. The journal was from a college friend, Michael Halvers. The note was from the Police Department of Anna’s Crossing, IA. I’ve included some photos…