The Morning After My Son’s Funeral An Airport Worker Called About The Bag He Left Behind

My name is Ernest Coleman. I am sixty-eight years old, and I live in Nashville, Tennessee. For thirty-one years I worked in courtrooms across Davidson County as an official court reporter, transcribing every word spoken under oath, every denial, every careful pause, every polished lie.

That kind of work changes the way you listen.

You learn to hear the continue reading …