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Staying the night is the modern equivalent to "breaking bread."

I am fascinated by the law. The nuances confound me. In the text that follows, I will discuss why two people who meet to conduct any private business, for which they would like Fourth Amendment protections (protection against search and seizure), should pack an over-night bag. Breaking Bread In the medieval times, the host would ask a visitor to "break bread." By sitting at the dinner table, and sharing a meal the host made a promise to the visitor that while he was there, the visitor would have all the protections that the host could afford to offer. When you broke bread with your host, you were promised to be kept safe through the night. No person would try to harm you. No person would try to steal from you. You were safe from all threats—as long as the host was able to protect you, he would. Staying the Night But, how does a home owner protect his guests from a government intrusion? How does he offer protection to his guests?  He invites them to stay the nigh
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Random Thoughts on Governance, the Ideas of the Majority, and the Effect of birth rates on propagation of religious beliefs.

Random Thoughts on Governance, the Ideas of the Majority, and the Effect of birth rates on propagation of beliefs and values. Federalist #51 A professor told me about an essay contest. The winner of the essay contest takes $5,000. The contest is open to the public, and as a member of the public, I am giving it some thought. The Federalist Society hosts the contest, and they have set the topic on an issue related to "Federalist Essay #51," which discusses the division of power in government and how the branches of government ought to be created to oppose each other. Toward the end of the essay, James Madison (the author) notes that a similar division must also exist between different segments of society. He argues that when one group becomes too large, it crushes and destroys the others by imposing its will through elected officials and laws. As the majority, it has the power to out-vote all other segments of society. In essence, the essay argues that America's ide
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Beverly Carter's Origin Story

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Beverly Carter's fate is in YOUR hands. Vote below. You decide Beverly Carter's fate Your input is essential. Read the short story that follows. At the end, cast your vote by navigating to a page that either "keeps" or "deletes" Beverly from my next book.  You decide Beverly Carter's fate. The Origin Story of Beverly Carter Beverly Carter was seventeen when the court assigned her father to a long prison sentence. Death, disease and the healthcare system held her mother's health hostage with a hefty ransom. Her father tried what he could to pay the medical bills, and the cops stopped him, but not before the disease took her mother's life. Rain hid Beverly's tears at the funeral. Her mother lay in front of her. Her father lay in a cell nearly three hours away. Social services stood by Beverly's side, ready to escort her into a prison of her own called the foster system. Beverly waited just six months before she r
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The Birth of an Infamous Hacker

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You get to Choose Whether this Character Lives or Dies Read the paragraphs that follow. If you like the character, if you don't like the character, either way, you decide whether the character and storyline survive to the pages of my next book. The Hacking of Federal Servers It's 2 o'clock in the morning. All good children are asleep, but Rose Lewis clicks and clacks on a keyboard in her bedroom. Her 5th grade vocabulary book provides a comfortable table that separates the burning battery from her bare legs under the covers of her twin-sized mattress that sits on the floor in the corner of her bedroom. The book is more useful as a table; Rose far surpassed that vocabulary level before the end of 3rd grade. A cat poster hangs on her wall. The fuzzy, fluffy feline stretches upside down. Text on the poster reads "I'm fine. Really." Mom gave her that poster at Christmas. Rose had a habit of saying that exact phrase to her mother when he
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