Introduction

I created this blog as a means to archive my previous writings, however, things are not going according to plan...

I have copies saved from my articles written while I was on the beat in New York City, but I didn't save a shred of my articles from the small town of Nettlebrook, where I got my start. The reasons for this are numerous. I didn't feel safe there. I didn't want to carry with me any part of that town. But here I am again, back in its throes, its clutches. And it doesn't seem like much has changed since I left two decades or so ago.

Anyway, I asked the town library and newspaper if I could check their archives for my articles and they told me I don't have access to them. I, the writer of the articles, does not have access to them, despite them being public record? The legality of it is tenuous and I would argue it if I didn't know any better. But I do know better. I know that there is no place for justice or truth in a town like Nettlebrook. History is written by the rich and the rich alone here.

Now that I'm here again... I wonder what I should do. I'm retired, I'm no longer a reporter or a law man. I'm just a tired batchelor. That said, I know I can't just sit back and do nothing. Even shouting into the void that is the internet is better than that, at this point.

Hunter Holloway, signing off. For now.