I was today years old when I learned there is such a thing as a forensic podiatrist. Thanks to the “Crime Junky” podcast! 🎙


“I’m worried about her, Jan,” Marta said. She doodled on the notepad in front of her as she spoke. Each of the little doodles was a little frantic scribble in some random shape. “I think she really needs some help.”

There was a pause before Jan replied, “Well, what do you think we should do? Don’t you think she’ll be upset with us if we confront her?”

Marta shrugged. “I don’t know, but I can’t do nothing. We’ve been friends for over 20 years. I feel like I’d be turning my back on her if I did nothing. She may be upset for a little bit, but I think she’ll come around.”

Jan sighed, “Yeah, you’re right, I guess. Still, I can’t believe this is happening.”

There was a tap on Marta’s shoulder. She turned around and found her boss looking down at her disapprovingly. Marta turned back towards the phone quickly and in a hushed voice said, “Listen, Jan, I gotta run. The boss is here.” She hung up before Jan could respond knowing that Jan would understand. Marta had told her all about her dictator of a boss before. Marta wheeled around to face her boss once again.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Georgan,” she said. “My friend is in some trouble, and I was trying to rally the troops to help, as it were.”

Mr. Georgan frowned. “Not on my dime, Marta. You know better than that. Now where is the Freedman report?”

This is purely anecdotal, but it seems like there’s a boom in the self storage space. Everywhere I look, here in Tampa, there’s a new one being built. Very curious.

Making pulled pork sandwiches for dinner tonight! Yes, sometimes I can cook. TBD, InstantPot is my life, though! Such a damn handy device.