"... when the waves turn the minutes to hours."

It's a line from a Gordon Lightfoot song about the sinking
of the Edmund Fitzgerald, and refers to the apparent slowing
of time while you're waiting for something bad or scary to end.

The minutes seem like hours to me, as I watch the glacial
pace of the criminal justice system as it tries to get a handle
on the corruption in state government.

It has been years, literally, since we found out about the
Housing Authority scam, link, and now, years later, finally
the indictments. The court process will probably add more years
before justice is done.

I suspect that I am not the only one, who watches the endless
foot dragging, wondering if it really takes this long to process
the paperwork, or if political cronyism is at play.

How will we ever know?


Who looks over the Attorney General's
shoulder, and then reports back to us?



I am long past the point where
I can just take this all on faith.




photo Mark Bralley