All right! Locked down the justice of the peace. Wow, does that ever sound powerful, like the tyrant in a corrupt comic book story. I am the Justice…of the Peace…Which begs the question: Does one really need justice to find peace?
Kidding. This is an essay of a different ilk. The JP we hired is also a licensed minister, which is cool, because she said the standard JPs can’t talk about God, etc. Neither of us are über-religious—we don’t congregate—but we do have our quiet beliefs and would like some mention of the Almighty. Personally, I love the t-shirt: “Jesus is my homeboy.” Maybe we can get her to wear it.


















