The natural world, life, and dogs.
A few days ago, I received an email, copied in along with a long list of recipients, all of whom were cell phone numbers @mms.att.net. As was the sender. No names attached. Mine was the only typical email address. I didn’t recognize any of the cell numbers. Area codes came from all over the country.… Continue reading My Father’s Stetson Goes on a Road Trip
Recently, I’ve experienced an intriguing confluence of coincidences. They all involve my father. It started a week ago. *** First, my friend Brian—we grew up next door to each other—emailed to say he’d found some slides while going through his recently-deceased father’s belongings. Some were of my father and his beloved P-12 (a restored 1926… Continue reading Hot Chocolate
Wild Sensibility 