Tuesday, June 18, 2019

I Like Turtles

I was walking Charlie the other day when we came across a memorial to a recently departed pup along our route. I never knew his name until seeing his memorial but he was Toby's favorite of any of the pups we'd routinely encounter. Toby would get up next to the fence and survey the yard for Snoop, and if he was out, Snoop would come by and mark a few spots along the fence while our pups would respond in kind. It was sad to learn that Snoop had died.

We've been trying to get to the dog park nightly with Charlie. He enjoys his time there as do we. It's great socializing for all involved—pups and their owners. This little guy had us all laughing! He would take his tennis ball and bring it over to various people for them to throw it for him. If they didn't notice him at their feet or if they weren't fast enough, he'd bark to hurry them along. He was so funny to watch.

I went out for a longish walk on Father's Day on a route I hadn't taken in maybe two years. I noticed a snapping turtle laying eggs next to the bike/walking path of a busy highway. I quickly took a photo, trying not to disturb her then continued on my walk while saying a small prayer for her and her offspring. It's what I do. There's more to the story.

I walked by Mom and Tim's old townhome and noticed it was for sale. I stopped and chatted with some neighbors who were sitting at a picnic table in their garage kitty-corner to my mom's old home—neighbors I'd known through Tim. They said the home sold in only three days. We talked a little about Tim and my mom. Berta commented that Tim was the nicest guy. Duane mentioned my brother Keith and how they used to shoot pool together for years on Wednesday nights but that was many years ago. Berta then commented that she was diagnosed with melanoma cancer two and a half years ago and that they've stopped treatment. It's hard to know what to say to someone when they tell you that, other than, "I'm so sorry".

It was three years ago yesterday that we learned Tim had died from colon cancer. It was such a sad, unreal scene. I have to admit; the thought crosses my mind rather regularly about if and when it will be my turn to face this most difficult news.

My trusty GoPro Hero 4 became not so trustworthy. It was shutting down for no apparent reason and I could no longer depend on it to capture ride video. I've had my eye on a GoPro Hero 7 Black for a while with its built-in stabilization feature, so with a few hours of research (to make sure this was the camera for me), I purchased one. I tried it for the first time on last Tuesday's TNG ride with the guys out of Northfield. I couldn't have been more impressed with it. (See video embedded below.)

The battery life is only a little more than half of my previous GoPro and I'm quite sure that's due to the amount of processing that's happening within the camera while it records. I get around an hour and fifteen minutes of recording time with it vs. a little less than two hours with my previous model. I don't mind. With my Hero 4, I would always have to smooth the video with my iMovie editor to try and eliminate whatever shakiness I could but with my Hero 7, I don't have to touch it. It renders itself smoother than anything iMovie could do for my old camera. It's very impressive! I don't know how well it will work on the singletrack trails at Murphy but I hope to give it a try later this week and find out.

That's all I've got.

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Hail Damage? Charlie Isn't Himself, and Digging Deep

A construction company rep came by our home recently when I was out working in our yard and asked if it would be okay if he went up on our roof to look for hail damage from a storm one year ago. I told him I was fairly certain he wouldn't find anything because none of our flower gardens were damaged in the storm. He still wanted to have a look and I told him that would be fine. He found me a half hour later and showed me some photos he took of what he said was hail damage but what looked to me like 21-year-old shingles. He wanted to file a claim on our behalf. I gave him our insurance company info and within 5 minutes the ball was rolling on a claim for a new roof. I phoned our insurance agent a few days later and told him that a new roof would be nice but the claim I filed wasn't my idea and that if their inspection showed no hail damage, I was fine with that. My insurance company sent a claim adjuster out to have a look and they actually agreed that our roof had suffered damage. They were willing to replace it for the cost of our deductible. I didn't see that coming.

A team of 7 guys came out last week and worked 12 hours straight (with the exception of about a 20-minute lunch break) to finish the job in one day and ahead of a soaking rain the next day. We're pleased with how it looks. Our new roof even came with a rainbow!

Charlie hasn't been himself since Toby's passing. Tammy figured his seeming sadness was most likely him picking up on our sadness of losing both her mother and Toby but it still continues more than 4 weeks later. He used to love going for walks but not so much now. Often times he's ready to turn for home after just a few blocks. He's never done that before. I'm hoping it's something that will pass. We've been taking him to Alimagnet dog park in Burnsville and hanging out with him in the small-dogs section that's fenced off from the main park. We'll sometimes take him for a walk outside the fenced area. He's fine as long as I'm with him but if he's only with Tammy, she said he will sit and howl, not at all interested in walking. He never acted this way when Toby was with him.

I've only had my road bike out once this year, having fallen in love with gravel riding. Tammy has commented to me more than once that she's glad I'm riding gravel and not mixing it up with distracted drivers on the road. I anticipate that I'll still manage my share of paved highways miles this year but the lure of them isn't what it once was for me.

I've been riding with the Cannon Valley Velo Club on Tuesday nights in Northfield on their TNG (Tuesday Night Gravel) rides. I had no idea when I accepted my friend Dave's invitation to join them what I was getting myself into, and I mean that in a good way. These guys push the pace and cause me to dig deep at times to stay in the pack. Last Tuesday night was off-the-charts fun! The ride was advertised as "about 16 mph (26 kph) ride average"—a reasonable pace for a good workout. Ha! It was a hammer-fest out there and we finished our ride having averaged 19.5 mph (31.4 kph). That's flying for gravel. There were several times when I was on the rivet but managed to hang on (thanks for the pull, Lee) and remain with the pack. I like that when I toe-the-line with these guys at the start of a ride, I'm a little anxious about my ability to hang, to keep up. I'm getting stronger, tho, and I'm determined to continue to do so. This is truly more fun than a guy my age is supposed to be having.



The video below is from yesterday's ride where I struggled to stay connected on the hills with legs that weren't answering the call for more power. Bruce, Tim, and Todd were kind enough to soft-pedal for me so I could catch on again and again. I was thoroughly whipped after 5 hours and 77 miles (124 km) of riding. I kept reminding myself of the saying, something about that which doesn't kill me...

That's all I've got.


Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Which Would You Choose?

I was just two weeks shy of my 17th birthday when Richard Nixon resigned the office of the Presidency in August 1974. I can still see images in my head of the Senate hearings that led to his downfall playing out on our TV but honestly, I didn't follow it all that closely. I was too busy learning how to shotgun beers and trying not to sabotage my life beyond repair than I was concerned about current events. I would develop an interest years/decades later. There's an excellent podcast called Slow Burn by Leon Neyfakh that details much of what led up to Nixon's demise and the shifting support for him along the way. It's fascinating listening.

Had Alexander Butterfield (during the Senate Watergate hearings) never mentioned the tape recording system that Nixon had installed in the Oval Office, it's likely Nixon never would've had to resign in disgrace. And had there been a Fox News with the likes of Fox and Friends or Sean Hannity to bolster support for Nixon, it's also very possible he would've finished his term. That we have a large percentage of our population tuning into propagandists such as Hannity or Limbaugh or other conservative media voices for direction is disheartening. I actually know people who believe in Hannity's "deep state" nonsense. The investigation into Trump* was entirely Republican-led and is now entirely being buried by Republicans. I fully support efforts by Democrats in the House of Representatives leading an investigation of their own into what is likely the most corrupt administration in our country's history. You don't get to obstruct an investigation into wrongdoing and then claim exoneration because your obstruction was successful.

We need to hear from Don McGahan because McGahn is to Trump* what Nixon's Oval Office tapes were to him. They both hold incriminating secrets. And just as Nixon tried to suppress his tapes from scrutiny, Trump is attempting to suppress McGahn's testimony. History has a funny way of repeating itself.

We're about to have a national conversation about abortion now that Republican-led states are feeling emboldened by a more conservative SCOTUS and are making challenges to Roe v. Wade, the 1973 decision that legalized abortion. What they may want to keep in mind is that Roe v. Wade was decided in a 7-2 decision with 5 of the 7 Justices having been appointed by Republican Presidents. While conservatives love to blame Democrats for legalized abortion in the U.S., they seem unaware that they have their elected leaders to blame (or thank) for it.

There was a time not all that many years ago when you could find me marching with pro-life supporters at the Capitol in St Paul on a cold Monday in January. That seems a lifetime ago to me now. My world is no longer so black and white. In those days, I never once stopped to consider the woman who found herself pregnant with no support, say nothing of a decent paying job with benefits to see her through her pregnancy and for months afterward. And what about the cost of childcare in the years to come? We don't live in an Ozzie and Harriet world, and unplanned/unwanted pregnancies happen. I now get that. But most of all, I get that it's not my place to decide what a woman should or shouldn't do in whatever circumstance she finds herself.

For those trying to use scripture to support their pro-life values—think again. Yes, I've read all of the scripture purporting to show that God is a pro-life God, that he knew you in your mother's womb and such, but does this sound pro-life? There are many other biblical examples.

I truly am hoping for an honest discussion about abortion so that the lies being told by Trump* can be corrected. Doctors aren't taking newborn babies, wrapping them warmly in blankets and then conferring with the baby's mother as to whether or not they're going to kill it. That's just such a ridiculous thing for anyone to say.

A couple of years ago, author Patrick S. Tomlinson penned the following scenario as a way of making a point for those who say that life begins at conception. He details a scenario whereby you are in a fertility clinic when the fire alarm goes off. Before you escape you have the option to save either a 5-year-old child who is pleading for help or a container of 1000 viable human embryos.

Do you A) save the child, or B) save the 1000 embryos? he asks.

There is no "C". "C" means you all die.

Which would you choose?

That's all I've got

Saturday, May 4, 2019

Goodbye My Little Buddy

This is a blog post I've not looked forward to writing. Toby is gone, and with him, a huge piece of my heart is gone as well. The feeling of emptiness that follows a loss like this is profound for me. The color drains from my world and a mild depression takes hold. There's nowhere I can go in our home without some small reminder that he's no longer with us and with each small reminder I feel my heart sink a little more. I was out on a walk with Charlie the day after Toby's passing and imagining that he was with us and recalling all of his special places he liked to pause and sniff. I talked to him as though he could hear me and I told him how much I loved and missed him. My sunglasses hid my tears from passers-by. I wish we'd had one more walk together where I let him sniff as long as he wanted and where I didn't try and hurry him along in the slightest.

In the end, I didn't want to let him go, thinking that we could keep him comfortable and that the increased pain he was moaning so loudly about the previous night was just temporary. He seemed so normal when we arrived home from Babbitt on Tuesday afternoon. We had already scheduled an appointment with our vet for 3:30—in less than two hours. Reluctantly, we stuck with the plan and made the quiet drive into Farmington with Toby in Tammy's arms. And at precisely 3:30, with a small whimper, he was gone. I'd never broken down in front of the vet before in an end of life situation, always able to keep my composure until reaching the relative privacy of my car but not this time. There was no holding these tears back for either of us. I closed his eyes and kissed him one last time before turning toward the door with an emptiness in my heart that I don't think I've ever felt before. We held each other in the car and cried for our loss. It's been especially difficult for Tammy because she's still deeply grieving the loss of her mother just eight days earlier.

We received a card in the mail yesterday from our veterinarian. I opened it to find a sympathy card and inside it, 4 cards with Toby's pawprints. I burst into tears at the sight of it. I know this emptiness will lift in time but for now, I'm okay with feeling the pain of losing him. He was such a big part of my life. To allow him to pass with little more than a ripple before resuming my life wouldn't be right. I'll stay in this pain for a while and reminisce about what a special being he was and how he brought so much joy to my world and how I'm missing him dearly.

Some thoughts about Toby in the following paragraphs.

Toby was such a mellow and sweet boy, seldom ever raising his voice toward another dog and never toward a person. Here's a rare video of him barking in his younger days. And he had the sweetest kisses. Up until a few years ago when it became somewhat difficult for him, he used to pause at least once on every walk, look back at me and jump up to give me a kiss as I bent down toward him. He would then hurry along to resume his walk. It was one of the small things I'd live for. We literally walked thousands of miles together. He loved his walks as much as he loved his treats. He was a master at leading us over to the kitchen drawer that contained our pups treats. It was impossible for me to deny him in those moments where he was communicating his wants so clearly—prancing his way over to their special drawer.

I recall the time Tammy had all three pups at the dog park near Cleary Lake. I was riding my bike past the park when I saw them. I pulled over and we chatted. After a few minutes, I pedaled away and noticed that Toby was running so hard along the fenceline to try and keep up with me. He strained a muscle in his effort and had a limp for a few days afterward. He just wanted to be with me. It's a memory that will remain with me forever.

I always let him choose the direction our walks would take us. He wasn't at all an alpha male but he liked to be in the lead on our walks. Seldom would he ever choose the same direction two days in a row, always preferring to change it up. His favorite walk was the Fleet Farm loop because it was typically the longest route we'd routinely take at 2.4 miles (3.8 km). I didn't always have time for that length of walk (especially when I was still working) so Toby would try and get me to follow him across Jonquil Ave, knowing that if he got me to cross the street, we were in for the full Fleet Farm loop. I can still see him crossing Jonquil and looking back to see if I was following. How could I say no? It's been more than a year since he's led me on that route, knowing his limitations. I did the Fleet Farm loop with Charlie on Thursday morning in memory of Toby. It was sad to not have him with us.

Up until 2-3 years ago, it was common to come into the laundry room from the garage and see a shoe out of place on the rug. It meant that Toby had been there, quietly chewing on its laces. He wasn't destructive—just gnawing on them and making them wet. I would smile whenever I'd see that telltale sign of what he'd been up to.

In the last couple of years, he'd lost much of his vision and most of his hearing but that didn't stop him from wanting to go for his walks. And up until just a couple of weeks ago, he would still like to turn on the speed at least once each walk and have Charlie and me running to keep up with him.

I was watching some videos of our pups a few nights ago when they were just a year old. There's one video where Rachel was practicing playing her violin and it was (I think) hurting Allie's ears. She would cry out in protest at Rachel's feet. Charlie heard the video and had to chime in. It's cute.

I was in contact with a friend recently who works a lot with dogs. I was telling him of Toby's failing health and seeking advice on when it's time to say goodbye. He told me that there's a window of time where it's the right time: too soon and you live with the regret that you could've had more time together, and conversely, too late and your pet suffers needlessly. Toby was definitely within the window of time Jim was speaking of.

I was able to spend more than four hours in the car with Toby as we drove back from Babbitt on Tuesday morning after attending Tammy's mother's funeral. He seemed so content, at times sitting up in his seat and looking around. We stopped at the Warming House Coffee Shop in Cloquet where I bought a decaf coffee and a ham sandwich. Toby used to love to drink the dregs of my coffee but not on this day. He did, though, happily take all of the ham from my sandwich. It would be his last meal.

I have to keep reminding myself that we gave him a very good life, as if that will help alleviate the sadness I'm feeling. What I wouldn't give to go back in time and relive the last ten years again. We all had so much fun together. If nothing else, Toby's passing has reaffirmed in me how precious life is and how every day matters with the ones you love. Make the most of your time with them.

You will always have a huge piece of my heart, little buddy. I will always love you. Until we meet again.













Monday, April 22, 2019

Saying Goodbye to Tammy's Mom

I was on a walk (yesterday) Easter morning when Tammy called me. She had just arrived at Trinity Care in Farmington where her mother is a resident. She was calling to tell me that she'd missed a call from the staff there and that her mother's condition had deteriorated considerably overnight. I hurried home then drove to be with her.

Alzheimer's it's said is "the long goodbye", and it is. It's been several months since Elaine has shown any recognition of me. Tammy has spent so much time with her that I think there was always an understanding between them that there was a connection. When I arrived at her bedside, it was clear that she was close to the end. Her respiration was near 40 breaths per minute, twice what is normal, and there was noticeable congestion in her lungs. She never opened her eyes while I was there. We prayed she wouldn't linger in this condition for long.

Tammy spent the night with her, reluctant to leave her side. The staff wheeled in a bed for her to sleep alongside her mother, holding her hand throughout the night—a restless night. She came home this morning to shower and change clothes before hurrying to her mother's side again but she was too late. Five minutes out from the nursing home she had an overwhelming feeling of sadness and she began to sob. Just before she arrived at Trinity Care she received a phone call to tell her that her mother had passed just minutes earlier. Her mother left this world at 9:05.

I felt so bad for her because I knew how much she wanted to be by her mother's side at that moment. I arrived 30 minutes later and gave her the biggest hug I'd ever given anyone. As much as she thought she was prepared for her mother's passing, she wasn't. Her mom had been such an integral part of her life for the past 4 years since she left Babbitt to come and live with us for one year. Tammy found so much purpose and love in being with her and tending to her needs. And now she's gone. We should all be so blessed to have someone like Tammy advocating for us and being by our side in our final years and days. I'm so proud of her.

Tammy had gotten to know most of the staff at Trinity Care since her mother arrived not quite three years ago. Having been an Alzheimer's nurse herself for years, she was comfortable tending to many of her mother's needs while spending time with her, and I'm certain the staff was always relieved to see her because of the help she would offer. Not only did they like Tammy, but they also loved her mother. So many of the staff would tell us that Elaine was their favorite and we'd always think how kind that was of them to say but surely they must tell others that as well. And maybe they did but from everything we could tell, they truly meant it. One of the kitchen staff was sitting with her when she died.

Elaine had been on hospice care for the past few weeks and a part of that care consists of routine visits by a chaplain and a hospice nurse. I met the chaplain and one of her nurses today. They are both such beautiful, kind people. The chaplain had some comforting words for Tammy as did Sarah, the hospice nurse. Tammy was allowed some time to spend with her mother before the undertaker arrived to remove her mother's body. She followed him out of the room and was greeted by a hallway full of teary-eyed staff waiting to pay their respects. It was very touching. One of the hallways is adorned with a mural of flowers, and nearly every time Elaine was wheeled past it she would comment on the beautiful flowers. Today, as they were taking her mother past it one last time with staff following behind, Tammy commented, "Look at the beautiful flowers". Everyone understood and many began to cry—Stacy commented, "Oh, Tammy". It was beautifully sad.

Elaine was born on December 5th, 1925. She was 93 years old and just six weeks younger than my father. She was a homemaker for most of her life but there was a time when she worked for the local newspaper, using her artistic talents to help with the layout of pages and ads in the newspaper. She was also very active in her church, creating many banners for use throughout the various seasons of the church year.

Tammy used to love to treat both her mother and her aunt Joyce to a trip to the casino when her mother would come to visit. They both loved to play the slot machines. She and Joyce always had so much fun together. Joyce passed away last December, leaving Elaine the last surviving family member of her era.

I will always remember her beautiful smile and the twinkle in her eyes, and her love of butterflies. Years ago when we made the stained glass windows for her church in Babbitt, one of the windows we made was of a butterfly to signify rebirth. We placed that window alongside the pew she always sat in.

Elaine/Mom/Grandma/Great Grandma was such a giving, caring person who was truly loved by everyone.  We should all be so lucky to leave this earth having that said about us.

Goodbye, Mom—until we meet again.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Kindness and the Truth Will Out

I've been watching a Netflix series called The Kindness Diaries. It's a documentary about Leon, a middle-aged man who did well as a broker before turning his back on his life of luxury to travel the world while depending on the kindness of strangers for food, fuel, and a place to stay at night. He has a crew of 3 who follow along (mostly out of sight) to record his encounters along the way. But Leon isn't only taking from others; he's also giving back in some large ways. I've been on the verge of tears several times while watching it. It's excellent!

We had a taste of some awesome spring weather earlier in the week. I was able to get out in the yard on Tuesday and take care of 4 hours of yard work, mostly bagging up piles of leaves that are always late to fall from our oak trees. But the mild weather was just a tease. Wednesday arrived and with it, a major storm that dumped about 8" (20 cm) of brown tinged heavy snow on what had previously been our snowless ground. The brown tinge was caused by dust from west Texas carried along by the upper winds. The airport in St. Paul recorded a wind gust of 66 mph (100+ kph) during the storm. Our backyard is littered with debris from our river birch trees. Note to self: no more river birch trees.

I finished a stained glass sun-catcher project a few days ago but I'm waiting until tomorrow for the sun to make an appearance before I can properly photograph it for my Instagram and Etsy sites. It's a new design. I enjoy challenging myself to come up with fresh ideas.

Disclaimer: Politics ahead. I write this blog for myself, to be able to look back on my thoughts and our world that was at some point years from now. I do it for me. You're welcome to follow along if you'd like.

This was a particularly concerning week in the world of politics as we watched Trump's* Attorney General William Barr opine during Congressional hearings that he felt the Trump* campaign had been spied on by some deep-state entity and that there may need to be an investigation, all the while admitting that he had no basis whatsoever for spewing such nonsense. But it was red meat for conservative media and their followers and that was his only intent. It's all just so head-shaking and disturbing. And this is the guy we're supposed to trust is going to be an impartial arbiter as to what should be made available from Mueller's report to Congress and the public.

I'm curious to see what's in Mueller's report. I think it's quite likely that there's plenty of evidence of Trump's* campaign conspiring with Russian operatives to attack the Clinton campaign but lacking the ability to subpoena those contacts, there's little to no chance a conviction could be achieved in court. An ethical prosecutor is forbidden from seeking an indictment unless they believe they can prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. Does it mean that Trump* and his campaign did nothing wrong? No, not at all. But will we ever be allowed to see the evidence and decide for ourselves? It's doubtful.

I worry that when we look back on this time in our history years from now, we won't have reached the proper judgments we should have because of a complicit Republican party that shows no interest in the truth. I see a president who is so thoroughly corrupt and is flouting both our norms and our laws to advance his warped agenda. It's beyond disturbing. I came across this tweet tonight that puts into words so much of what concerns me and should concern us all.

But life goes on and I have to trust that the truth will out.

From Tuesday nights ride with a fun group out of Northfield that I hope to ride more with this year.




Tuesday, March 26, 2019

The Lure of Warmer Weather, and Mueller's Report

I've been distracted with some outdoor stuff lately so my stained glass hobby has climbed into the backseat—for how long I don't know. I was hoping to craft at least a few more sun-catchers before I close up shop until next winter but the lure of being outdoors is quite strong now.

Yes, I've been getting out for some rides and some walks. It's been nice to feel the sun on my face again. I had my first ride on my gravel bike on Saturday. I did a 54 mile (87 km) loop out beyond Jordan. The ride was mostly just to get a feel for my bike and to dial in my position on it. I was able to find some gravel along the way so that was a bonus. It's a fun bike and will easily rival my fat-bike in that department.

Why a gravel bike? Well, it opens up more choices for riding. It's difficult to ride my road bike on gravel so now I can venture down roads I might otherwise avoid for fear of the pavement turning to gravel. I could use my fat-bike for gravel but it's not going to be as fast because the tires are much wider and the bike is considerably heavier than my gravel bike—33 lbs vs. 20 lbs (15 kg vs. 9 kg). But more important than anything—there's also a lot less traffic on dirt roads and less traffic means fewer distracted drivers. I've embedded a video of my ride at the end of this post.

Tammy got a call yesterday from the nursing home where her mother is a resident. They wanted to know if she would like to have her placed in hospice care. Tammy recently commented to me that her mother is slipping away more noticeably than before. Hospice care wasn't something we asked for; they offered it. It will allow her to have more personalized attention in the way of people coming in and spending time with her. Sometimes it means someone sitting by her and playing guitar while softly singing or maybe a hand massage or head massage. Tammy was grateful for the offer. She spends quite a lot of time there each week but it's never enough for her. We can't say enough good things about Trinity Care in Farmington where she resides. They're all and more than we could have ever hoped for her mother.

Robert Mueller submitted his long-awaited report about his investigation into Trump's* possible collusion/conspiracy with Russian operatives to affect the 2016 election and the investigation into his possible obstruction of justice. He submitted the report to Trump's* Attorney General William Barr on Friday. On Sunday Barr released a very abbreviated synopsis of Mueller's findings. Trump* claimed total exoneration while the report said nothing of the sort. No surprise there. The report found that there wasn't enough evidence to prove a case of collusion/conspiracy but with respect to obstruction of justice, Mueller didn't come to a conclusion. Barr is on record as saying it's impossible for a president to obstruct justice so he's giving Trump* a pass. In a situation such as that, the only logical next step would be to send the report to Congress for them to consider. That didn't happen and it won't. Barr was handpicked just for this very reason.

Conservative media was giddy with proclamations that Trump* was right, that this was all a witch hunt, that there was no evidence or proof that he colluded or conspired, all without having read the report. I saw a tweet tonight where someone was wondering about Kenneth Starr's report on the Clintons and Whitewater—what if Starr had submitted his report to Janet Reno (Clinton's AG) and she, in turn, gave only a very brief synopsis of Starr's findings? How would Republicans have responded? I'm certain they'd have been outraged, and rightly so.

I came across a most interesting thread on Twitter tonight. It details what it takes to both reach a level of proof for an indictment and what is needed to find a person guilty. I found it fascinating reading. It's 50 tweets in total so be sure to expand the link to show all 50. The tweets are numbered 1-50. To avoid becoming distracted, ignore any not by Seth Abramson and just read through his. Here's the link.

That's all I've got.