![]() ![]() There he is, in a big armchair, lying almost on his side, away from me, where clearly he’s been for my 40 minutes of ringing and knocking and waiting, certainly in no condition to get up and answer the door. JC, a cocker spaniel/golden retriever mix, wags in friendliness.Ī living room, dim. Of all things, Midge, a federal judge herself, remarried to a Trumpster! Ed lives here alone.įinally I call Trey, Ed’s assistant, at the Governor’s office downtown, and Trey assures me Ed is here, in the house, expecting me, though he isn’t answering Trey’s calls, either. Ed’s longtime wife, Midge, divorced him four years ago but still lived around the corner for a while, forming something of a compound - but she’s gone now, remarried, to a retired judge from Montgomery County, a Republican. That’s where Jesse, Ed’s son, and his daughter-in-law, Beka, and two young grandchildren live. I turn to admire the huge oak that towers over Ed’s small front yard, bare of leaves now, in January, and gaze across McMichael Park. ![]()
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