WALKING IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD WITHOUT A LITTLE PINK GUN IN YOUR PURSE.
I am told almost daily that I need to go on the outside more often. I am beginning to yield to the encouragements I am receiving. Sadly when I do, the experience is less than stellar. I don’t expect bells to herald my coming or to find flowers strewn in my path, but can I not be harassed? Recently I yielded to the voices and at precisely 11 am, on Monday may 9th 2016, I took a stroll to…