I adore Sherlock Holmes. I’m certain you do, as well. In case you’re setting off to the inconvenience of perusing this dark little blog, you should love Sherlock Holmes, as do I. In any case, Conan Doyle?
At this point, the majority of you realize that I am basically the generalization of The Old Time Sherlockian: Straight, white, and male. At the finish of the Boomer age. Brimming with thoughts and social references that