I pass this guy most mornings leashed to a pair of eager young dogs he takes a wide berth, never acknowledges me or even looks up, while...

my house is an old man seventy-five to be exact   old enough that if he blinks funny a light switch stops working   his catheter-like...

she may be half deaf and three-quarters blind, but Gracie’s nose is still a well-oiled, finely tuned instrument   I watch her bore in,...