Sometimes I like to pretend I’m in a pulp detective novel and get lost in this dirty town I call home. Trouble is, mine is more like a large (wide rather than tall) small town than a bustling metropolis. Once in a while, I take a walk downtown and see where the sidewalks take me. It’s nice to stroll alone down the street early on a Sunday evening and pop into a dive bar for a couple of cans of Miller High Life. Watching silly action movies on a TV mounted in the corner while listening to someone else’s tunes on the jukebox can make me feel like I’m somewhere and somebody else for a little while. These days that’s exactly what I need.