Holy Joe and Honest John

Pride goeth before a fall

“Joe stared at the cloudy mix.” (My own photo)

One rather crisp Saturday morning in December found me down at the local library, returning a book that was several weeks overdue. The tardy tome had fallen between the bars of the headboard one night, and it lay hidden from view until I received a letter from the library reminding me of its existence. A prompt search turned up the missing volume, and I returned it to the Dewey…