Although we’ve been up for hours and are perfectly used to refusing the pleas of beds that beg us to linger, we’re nonetheless a little puffy eyed and a lot overcaffeinated. But who cares about us? We’re mere human beings, and this is dog show! The creatures who matter are Rowdy and Kimi and Mr. ...
At quarter of five, after a shower, breakfast, coffee, and a hit of E-mail, I should have done some work, but as I’d told Dr. Foote, fatal dog attacks are not a sunrise topic. I had a second project, but Rita and my third-floor tenants had made me promise to conduct the research for it only when ...
”Fellow from R.T.I. found him,” Duke informed me. Arms folded across his chest, Duke leaned comfortably against a wall of the hotel lobby.Infected by Duke’s placidity, I said, ”Oh, I was looking for the R.T.I. guy yesterday. I wanted to ask him about...” I stopped myself. If we’d been attending a...
I told Kevin Dennehy.So much for saying nothing but good about the dead.It was nine o’clock on the morning of Saturday, August 31, and Kevin was sitting at my kitchen table drinking coffee, eating his third English muffin, and sneaking bits of it to Kimi and Sammy. I didn’t take Kevin to task for...
The morning after she arrived, we did a tour of the Square and ended up at the sidewalk café that sprawls out from under celebrated Harvard’s Holyoke Center toward the famous Out of Town News-Stand, across from the Yard and in walking distance of the Fogg Museum, the Longfellow House, and the Bla...
Or, maybe, yesteryear; I can’t be sure. Its trappings survive. Take Leah: Camus and black. But the essence perished, and what killed it was the normalization of the absurd. I must be behind the times, or, maybe, unbeknownst to me, I’m stuck in some crucial stage of the grieving process. I’m worki...