I woke up seated in a room I didn’t recognize, slumped low in a gray hard plastic chair. The lights overhead were interrogation bright. For a few seconds, I couldn’t figure out where I was. Had I been arrested? This room had a precinct feel. The presence of Lulu-Belle, all tail wag and happiness at my feet, provided an instant clue. It all came back: …
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I’m your dog but not your pet Aroo! —“I Know But I Don’t Know,” Blondie I’m actually more of a cat person at heart. From my earliest memories what I wanted most—really all I wanted—was a cat. But for some reason my mother was against it, although earlier in their marriage my parents had had one—Felonious Monk—who had a goatee like his sort-of namesake …
Continue readingStanding in the lobby of the Club Med Port St. Lucie by the yellow lake that Lulu-Belle had undeniably produced with such insouciant aplomb brought a Rick Springfield song to mind: “It’s Always Something.” The title telegraphs the theme: the confounding frequency with which snafus puncture victories that had—only moments before—seemed like certainties. Not that Lulu-Belle and I had been in any proximity to victory. …
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