in mysterious ways. My latest, , began with a collar light I couldn’t remember turning on when I let Gracie out on a moonless night in the Berkshires. Fear took hold. Not for Gracie—she’s a big golden
Editor’s Note
Not Alone
The phone rang late one night. It was my brother Kerry. “Joe, Sammy’s plane was shot down during the air strike,” he said. Sammy, our mutual friend, was a lieutenant colonel and fighter pilot with the Kuwait Air Force. Kerry quickly filled me in on t
