Review of Judge Brennan: A willful dereliction of family responsibilities by David J. Day

We never know where our lives will lead even if you think you have it well planned. Being busy living we rarely notice when we’ve lost sight of our dreams. Floral Hill seems like a nice place to live. There hasn’t been a murder in 40 years. Jane Burke was the brains behind their financial success of her family. Though her husband, Don misguidedly thought he was. They owned two successful bars; one being the Judge Brennan and the other bar, The Celtic House and other personal properties. When Jane went looking for Don when he didn’t come home all night she certainly did not visualize her search would throw her family into the situation she found herself in; Don asleep, in the arms of another, younger woman in the Judge Brennan’s basement. Worse yet, the dead body of their bartender/school teacher lying upstairs behind the bar was more pressing problem. Jane, herself would unwillingly be a murder suspect. But as was her nature, she put that aside and quickly began to form a new life plan for herself as the old one abruptly ended. And Don, as usual not so quick on things gives the impression nothing has changed. Don had another thing coming as his good life fell away. Though I can’t forget to mention the outsiders that added to the chaos helping him along him new path.
This was a good read which I enjoyed. I haven’t much time for reading lately except for a few authors whose books I have collected over the years. But I’m very glad I picked up this one.

Wisdom

We must come to see that the end we seek is a society at peace with itself, a society that can live with its conscience. ~ Martin Luther King Jr.

"THERE are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other." ~ D. H. Everett

"THERE are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other." ~ D. H. Everett

~I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.~ Albert Einstein~ D. H. Everett

A TRIBUTE TO EDWARD DAY ~ ENGINE 28, LADDER 11 NYC FIRE DEPARTMENT LOST IN THE WTC DISASTER OF 911

Warm Humor, Frozen Shoes Edward Day did not just extinguish fires. He extinguished grouchiness. At Engine Company 28 and Ladder 11 on the Lower East Side, where Mr. Day, 45, was a firefighter, he kept a sharp eye out for grumpy colleagues. They got the Day treatment: smiley face stickers slapped on their helmets. Whenever he stayed at his mother's house in Newport, R.I., he would make the bed when he was ready to leave and then drop a dollar on it with a note, "For the maid." His mother liked to give what she called the last Christmas party of the year, held well into January. Mr. Day had a ritual at the parties: he collected all the bottle caps from exhausted beer bottles and deposited them throughout the house in her plants. His wife, Bridgitte, was a fervent Clint Eastwood fan, so he would sign his cards to her, "Clint Eastwood." "He was always ready to make you laugh," said Tim Day, his brother, "whether he knew you for 20 years or 20 minutes." The first time Eddy Day met Tim's wife, Essie, he asked if she wanted a glass of wine. Sure, she said. He brought it out and handed it to her. "Excuse me," he said, and bent over and slipped off her shoes. As she watched, mystified, he marched into the kitchen and put them in the freezer. Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on October 13, 2001.