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.