There is a time and a place for everything.A man went to eat and turned the table into a pulpit. A man who loves his faith feels heat in his chest and starts to think every room is a field to be taken, every ear a soul to be seized. But a restaurant is where a tired man brings his hunger and his worries and sits down hoping for a little peace. Mayb

There is a story sitting in Washington State right now that any hungry lawyer or investigative journalist should be circling. It starts with a musician named Roy Dawson, a small town, and a long line of Canadian shadows that refuse to let him go.According to Dawson, one of his “groupies” from Canada—blonde hair, brown eyes, pretty enough to d