It’s a pretty sunset tonight. I can see it from where I sit. The windows across from me face almost due west. Our cubes all have low walls, so I can see clear across the office, and I guess the people in service are so desperate to have something to look at besides their boss’ scowling face that they let the blinds open, even if it does create a little glare on the computer screens.

I’ve got the weather eye out for one of my instructors, though, and my headphones plugged in to only one ear. I’m fairly sure I’d be unable to work here if we weren’t allowed to play music on earphones. This evening it’s the soundtrack from the t.v. show The Sopranos. I’ve never seen the show, I just like the music....

The reason why I’m on the lookout is that, for some reason I don’t fully understand, I gave her a letter to the editor I had written. It’s on the subject of some redneck shooting the windows out of a local church, desecrating the meditation garden, and leaving some kind of threats.

I hope I don’t have to tell you that I’m against it.

This happened, not surprisingly, on the western edge of The Land that Time Forgot. I guess I gave it to her because I had written it in a somewhat “folksy” style. I didn’t want to write “all major religions condemn violence…blah, blah, blah” in the style of an educated and “churchy” person. I wanted to write it in the style of an upright Everyman and home town girl telling these people to get lost. But I didn’t want to sound ignorant myself.

The instructor is from New York, so she can give it a fair review.

Half of me regrets sharing it with anybody though. Not that I mind anybody reading it. Heck, I’m going to send it to the paper. But it’s not like anybody here reads The Cow Tipping Times. I think I’m embarrassed to live in a place where such a thing would happen. I really am.

Oh, well, too late now. The buckshot is out of the barrel, as it were.