Whistleblowers and Dreams

We Never Made it to the Peach Cobbler, so I Just got a Photo by Sarah Brown on Unsplash

I had one of those kinds of dreams last night where

I was just dropped into it and so my first task was to identify my first task. I was in a restaurant, the name of which was in Cyrillic letters, and there was a young man on the other side of the table who looked vaguely familiar.

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Enrolled Cherokee, 9th grade dropout, retired judge, associate professor emeritus, and (so far) cancer survivor. Memoir: Lighting the Fire (Miniver Press 2020)

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Steve Russell

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Enrolled Cherokee, 9th grade dropout, retired judge, associate professor emeritus, and (so far) cancer survivor. Memoir: Lighting the Fire (Miniver Press 2020)

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