Splat

Having hit wall, this presents, yet not on rebound, given our topic.
I'm going to go back. You'll see. Take some people too. We'll see.

Will have to make time to essay as well, I suppose. Will do.
"Get me outta here!" redounds elsewhere.

Went back and took in the whole. So stark. Bothers me.

I had wanted to sit at the entrance and take pictures of the patrons coming and going but there weren't any so I didn't have to deal with the protocol. Did have a brief conversation with someone sitting in the shade near the entrance reading a book. Tagged with an ID, she was evidently an employee on her break. The flag was at half-staff in the courtyard. I asked her why.

A Phoenix policeman was shot and killed a couple of days ago.

Oh my. Indeed. End of conversation.

My Dad was a policeman.

Treated me like a criminal sometimes; pressures of job.
We eventually got along famously!

End of essay.