10 Days with Bridget Day 1. The stand off: three hours after her family left we meet in the brown leather chair for peacemaking cuddle time. Day 2. The race: half block to the garden gate and Bridget beats me. … Continue reading →

My tribute to Mick Now, this is an incomplete tale since I met Mick when he was already sporting a gray beard. If he were human people would say he’s got great hair. He’s a little short, doesn’t talk much, … Continue reading →