I find the first dog on the street outside our apartment.
It’s a small town, so everyone knows. There was a trial and national press, but a couple loud conversations at the bank spread the word just as well.
The pineapple was flying! It paused at the pinnacle of its arc, weightless, and then began its descent—slow, sinking, faster, faster—finally landing with a thump into the tall grass beside the road.
"They measure horses in hands. We measure ourselves in feet.” The Actor told me that the first time we met...