CRIMINAL MUSINGS:
Odds and ends, notes and nudges, scribbled down between crimes.
Welcome to the part of the site where I mutter to myself in public. Some people call it a blog. Others think it's a newsletter. I call it a compromise.
You might’ve arrived here from an email. Or a link in a book. Or maybe you were just poking around and fell through a trapdoor. However you got here, you’re welcome to linger. Or snoop. Or disappear again into the shadows.
I don’t promise regular updates. I do promise something worth your time—if not today, then next time.
— Walker
Thanksgiving and Sitting Down With Your Past
Every year around this time, some poor bird somewhere makes the news for escaping its fate. Usually it’s a farm upstate, sometimes a backyard coop in Queens. There’s always a photo — the turkey darting across a road, feathers flying, looking both ridiculous and determined. And for a moment, we all root for it. The great escapee. Can’t say I blame him. Some years, we all want to escape Thanksgiving.
