Semi-Daily Scribbles

Leigh put in a lot of hours to track down answers no one gave a damn about. Since no one but Leigh asked any questions in the first place, that was probably the reason why. All was well in the sleepy little hamlet just east of the interstate. All sorts of folk passed through, and some even stayed. But if you weren't born and raised, you didn't stay on for long. People from outside the county line were different, according to Leigh's neighbors, and they'd never truly understand small town life, the way it was lived in Sheldon. Leigh should have expected the chilly reception when she announced at the church social, right in the middle of a tense round of Bible Line-Up, that she'd discovered some interesting facts about the town's history. Were it not for her schnauzers' agitated growls and yelps, Leigh would've missed her caller from the night before; The Honorable Nicodemus Sheldon, Mayor of her beloved home town who, prior to their meeting, was known to Leigh as only one of many who found repose in God's acre adjacent to Sheldon First Baptist. Mayor Sheldon noted much had changed since 1853, and he needed Leigh's help in settling a few outstanding accounts. His list of grievances was long, and Leigh was still taking dictation as the sun left rose-colored streaks in the sky.