No Safe Place

Over the years, I’ve been open in my admiration of Myrna the Minx at Reno and Its Discontents (like here, here, and here) and even contributed a couple of times to her blog. She spoke with the voice I always I aspired to but could never muster the energy, effort, and dedication. Part of the fun in reading RAID has been the mystery surrounding her identity, but as Scott found, the curtain’s been pulled aside and Myrna is unveiled.

And I used to know her in her day identity. Go figure.

Now candidly, we haven’t spoken in years and when we did work together for the same state agency many moons ago, Tracy and I didn’t have much reason to interact. After she left that agency, I occupied her vacated office space until I moved onto better things. A few days later, she returned to the same chair and, no doubt, had the place fumigated. Even so, I consider it a brush with greatness (grin).

Welcome back to the light of day (so to speak), Tracy.