I think I told you before that if you were to read a year’s worth of books and rate them all on a 1-to-5-star scale you’d find a shitload of three-star books. You would probably never run across a one-star book (no one sucks at picking that bad) and, according to my personal calculations, you’ll only encounter a five-star book, the Holy Grail of every bookworm, about nine percent of the time.
Anna never did marry. Never got around to it she’d say. But she had hundreds of kids over the years and countless intimate relationships that played out in beautiful, unexpected and deeply personal ways in places far, far away … right next door.
“Now I must tell you the worst, Tubby was shot and killed on August 31st, he behaved like a true Marine at all times. We buried him in the Marine cemetery along with other real heroes. He has a cross and his name and rank, he was a corporal.”
Tubby was part of the War Dog Program and was killed in action in 1942.
All dogs go to heaven. I have one, her name is Angie. Her coat is black and her nationality is Labrador. She’s a decorated, 2-time graduate of doggie boot camp. She can recite the Gettysburg Address and can name all the U.S. presidents in order (because I memorized both, out loud, during our walks). “I cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring some rust,” Henry David Thoreau. read more