Date archive: June 2011

Birth of a Ghost Bus

When Panic Point had a prison, decades ago, the inmates only feared one man.  It wasn’t Warden Jenkins, he of the baby-face and easy smile.  No.  “Warden J.” was cleaner than a frog’s armpit.  And it wasn’t the guards.  Those guys were dumber than a bucket of gopher puke, and only slightly more useful.  One…