“If you take me down, take me with you.” G.A. Johnson
The last minutes of Friday night ticked by as I decided to take Sante Fe Drive and say hello to my wall of abandoned children. When I drove past the orphanage I’d created, I snapped my head back in disbelief. WHAT. WAS. THAT???? I only had a glimpse, but it was as though the burning bush I’d waited for had finally spontaneously combusted at the Northwest Corner of the decaying Aztlan theater. I called my wife, Becky, first, and left a voicemail. I…
