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A very big dog decided to come up and say hi to my two very little dogs. He stuck his snout right were dogs like to stick their snouts. My BuddhaBubba is built so close to the ground that to get his nose under her for a good sniff, he literally lifted her butt in the air with his nose. And there she stood, two front paws on the ground, butt sticking up in the air, two back paws dangling in the wind, with a dog’s nose making a very thorough inspection. And at no point at all did she

On the one hand, I like cold weather. On the other hand, I could do without the rain. Why do they always have to come together for an Anchorage summer?

As of today, I am effectively retroactively retiring from my youth. Any youthful indiscretions, misdemeanors or felonies I may have committed are no longer my responsibility.

Thank you. Have a great reality.

Laying out on my couch, Sunday paper in hand, blanket thrown over me, two dogs curled up at my side providing extra warmth… or trying to steal some of the blanket’s warmth, perhaps… and two parrots and a cockatoo softly cooing in contentment in their cages as we all just veg out for a few hours. If only I’d been able to complete the Times crossword puzzle in one sitting it would have been perfect. But I must confess I had to put it down and go back to it in the evening to finally get it done.

My computer went tits up last week due to a worm or some such thing. Over twenty years of using a Mac and it’s the first time this has happened. The people at the Mac store on Old Seward were, as always, wonderful. Unfortunately, they couldn’t kill the worm or eliminate it. That meant they had to remove all my software, reinstall my hardware and then send me home to recreate my info and re-install my software. Given that I was using Microsoft Office for 2004, you can understand that I could even find the disks. So I’ve spent the

Mafia hit man Crazy Phil Leonetti has written a book about the Philadelphia mob. He was from my old neighborhood in Atlantic City. We both went to St. Michael’s grade school in the small Italian neighborhood we called home, though he was there a few years later than I was.  I guess if your dream when you grew up was to be a mobster, the sisters at St. Michael’s were still determined that you’d be a literate one capable of forming written sentences. It’s all so heartwarming. My fellow author and St. Mike’s alumnus – truly I travel in heady

I realized the other day that the only thing I remember from high school French class is the first five words of the French National Anthem. Why?

…when i’m making chicken soup for the second time in July and it’s only July 9.