Martin Sheen Was Our Last Good President
A rough week for all
Right at dusk I pulled my cab into the long smooth driveway that led to Sonoran Palms, a high-end drug rehab/loony bin so far out in the desert no one could hear the screams. It was getting close to Christmas and they had put a Santa hat on the saguaro cactus by the sign.
Before I could get to the security gate a man…