I've always loved mornings. I think it began when I started walking to school in the sixth grade, and then, like Forrest Gump, I just kept walking all the way to graduation. And who could blame me? Experiencing the freshness of a new day along the coast of Southern California—well, what can I say? I …
The Beagle and the Ibis
I laughed inwardly at the comical sight coming toward me. A man was out walking his two very-different dogs. While the little black mop-of-a-thing was trotting contentedly at his master's heels, the cute-as-a-button beagle wasn’t. He was straining like crazy at the end of his very long leash. But not straining forward. At least that …
