Opal drives a lackluster Ford pickup, its faded paint more of a burnt umber than the original Santa-suit red. With her dogs riding shotgun, Opal leaves Ohio one day without notice, driving west through the skinny states and a few of the wide ones. The journey ends in Montana or maybe Idaho. Somewhere in big […]
Month: October 2019
A House without Teenagers Isn’t the Same
Last weekend, my second son, Hugo, came home for the first time since June. This is his final year at the University of Rochester’s Eastman School of Music, where he’s getting a dual degree in opera vocal performance and European history. Because Hugo was home, Claude came over more than usual. We played euchre three […]
Whoopsie Piggle 