The news about former Montesano Police Chief Ray Sowers’ recent folly left me scratching my head in bewilderment, and awfully sad.
With all that his misdeeds have cost him to date, you’d think if he were going to steal anything now, it might be a single bottle of hooch so he could quietly drink himself to death. Fifty-one bottles suggests something else, though. Like a mind that’s lost but a subconscious that needs to be caught and wants help. At least I hope so.
I’ve always believed that everyone has a spark of decency within and a desire to do good. Somewhere down the line, though, Ray’s spark has dimmed until it all but burned out.
I truly hope he gets the help he needs now.
Isa Kitty Mady