A Letter From The Editor I Really Do Love Trouble P lease don’t hate me ‘cause I live an insanely glamorous life. Just how glamorous is it? Well, I must admit, my life is really, really glamorous. It is my fervent belief that I am also fortunate in the sense that I’m one of the few people who get to do work that I love and that I get to work with a group of people I adore. There’s not a single person at Parker County Today that I wouldn’t choose to spend time with outside of work. My favorite is Steven Schillio, my art director and my soul-mate. Recently, we celebrated a land- mark anniversary in our glamorous life together. We planned to take the entire weekend off and spend it together doing glamorous things together and the reality surpassed our grandest dreams. Let me make one thing perfectly clear — I am not a workaholic. Steven and I celebrated our wedding anniversary by having dinner outside of Parker County with my brother Mark and sister-in-law Denise. We had reservations for dinner at Bob’s Steak & Chop House in Fort Worth at 7:15 on a Saturday night. We met them at their home in Stone Creek Farms just off Highway 5. My brother offered to drive. We took him up on it. As we headed toward I-20 on the little backroad that runs behind the Willow Park branch of First Financial Bank, we all noticed four or five police squad cars in the bank park- ing lot — all with emergency lights flashing. Denise said, “Did somebody rob the bank?” “I doubt it. They closed hours ago,” I said. Steven wondered out loud, “Do you think it’s because of the dead body in the parking lot?” Always the great mathematician, I said, “You mean, two dead bodies in the parking lot? Mark, we have to stop!” He’s always the consummate big brother. “No. We have reservations at Bob’s Chop House in 25 minutes.