Daughter asked what I was thinking about, this morning, downtown.
"There but for fortune...."* I said, nodding towards the county jail across the way.
"The county jail?"
"Yep. Many mornings I stopped at that light over there on my scooters, on the way to work, glanced up to those windows, and thought about how lucky I was not to have gone that way, for whatever reason."
She and her school (Emannuel Christian Academy) had done some mission work over there a few years ago.
"The mistakes some people make", she said.
Stig
* I know my daughter has not heard the Joan Baez song, or of Phil Ochs - the Texan who wrote Joan's hit single.
