A Chance to Use my Mediocre Martial Arts Skills Has Come & Gone, But I’ll Leave the Door Ajar Just in CaseJune 25th, 2009
by Greg Boose
CHICAGO, IL -
A man walked through my back door yesterday afternoon.
Had a shaved head.
Wearing a gray T-shirt and jeans in 92-degree temperature.
He was thin and short and meek and, after thinking about it hours later, only really threatening because he was an unapologetic stranger advancing into my kitchen.
When I heard the door creak open and shut from our nursery I believed it was my rogue cat, Lincoln, finally coming in from under the back deck.