Crossing Kevin's Crossing

Hello Dear Readers,     I had a most unexpected encounter today.  At the bus stop of all places.  I was returning from a trip to Ziggy’s to buy beef sticks when I strolled past the bus stop.  There was a nurse seated at the bus as I approached.  Not just a nurse, but THE nurse that gave me the eye when we were visiting Otto at the hospital.  She was sitting there holding her purse and had earbuds in.  I stared at her as I approached.  As I walked up to her she looked up.  It took a moment before a look of realization crossed her face. “You,” she said. “Yep,” I didn’t really know how to respond.  I slowed to a stop.  We stared at each other wordlessly for a long moment.  Her name tag said, Janice.  A neuron fired in the back of my mind.     “Hi, sorry about the other day,” she said, holding her purse on her lap, breaking eye contact.  “It’s just that I’ve seen you before.”  I nodded.     “I do walk around town a lot.  I want to get a bike, but I can barely afford rent and sn

Hello Dear Readers,             I finally had a chance to catch up with my friend Officer Eric.  It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other. We met yesterday at the Steaming Mug.  He told me that his absence was not entirely accidental! Apparently, his superiors have encouraged him not to speak with me!  It seems that I am getting a reputation around time for being involved with strange things. How exciting! I don’t think I've ever had a reputation before.  I hope it's good! Fortunately for me, Officer Eric has had a most unsettling experience that has caused him to seek out my company, against the wishes of his superiors. He feels that I may be more receptive to what he has to say that other people.  We got coffees, his black, mine with foam and caramel drizzle. He began by telling me off multiple visitations he has experienced over his lifetime by an entity he dubbed the Pale Sandwich Man. The most recent visit by this entity had been the previous evening.  Which pro

Hello Dear Readers!     I sat in the passenger seat of Gemma’s Volkswagen as we made our way across town to the Telford Memorial Medical Center to visit Otto.  Apparently, he had collapsed two days before and had been rushed to the hospital.  Upon arrival, it was discovered that he had a severe case of pneumonia. It’s evening and the sun is beginning to set.  I found myself looking out the car window as we drove.  I had never been to this part of town before and was trying to take it all in.  Gemma was in the middle of complaining about customers at the Steaming Mug when I saw a strange building on a hill.  It was just barely illuminated by the dwindling light.  It was squat and rectangular, the only detail I could make out was the outline of a door. Me: What’s that? Gemma: Huh? Me: That! Gemma:  Oh, that’s the lodge. Me: Like the kind of lodge a secret society would meet at? Gemma:  You would guess that first. Me: What kind of lodge is it? Gemma: I don’t k