The Reporter and the Angel
The Reporter and the Angel It was late afternoon when I finally pulled into Seattle. I got off the ferry from West Seattle to Vashon Island and was driving down the two lane road looking for my hotel. I made the reservations a couple of days ago as I left Denver. The long drive had given me lots of time to think. Catching my wife with my best friend, Joe, was heart breaking. But my marriage and the relationship with my best friend was now behind me. I had accepted a new job as a...