DOG DAYS
puff behind the dog as he races ahead on the final slope of the path, paws scraping the dirt. Gone is the cool dampness of this walk; the air is dry and gritty, the grass brown and thin. It’s not even
A Life Not Forgotten
I fantasized about watching the event roll out like an Oscars pre-show: people dolled up in their Sunday best saying things like Marcus would have loved this, or that’s too cheerful, or do we have to go? The Dodgers game is on, but I’ve fast-forwarde
