Tempus Fugit

Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blowin’ through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun The sounds of the...

Puppy Time

Call us crazy, but our family adopted a recovered racing greyhound at the  end of October. We went to a recovery center and had a choice of two dogs: a sleek brindle  named Perseus, and a gentle black-and-white named Reuben. We decided that  Reuben’s cuddly...