Friday, February 15, 2013


My mom, Miss Anne, just found her little cat buddy Woods dead when they got home. Unexpected, but in all honesty, when is any death really expected? We hang on to all life tenaciously.

He was a great companion to her and her husband, Bobby. Had his own place in bed, was a good cowboy movie watching companion for Bobby, was a good pal to his friend Chippy—a stuffed chipmunk? squirrel? something...—who came to live with him from FAO Schwartz in New York. He was only about six years old, not old for a cat.

Because of my allergies, I’ve never been much of a “cat person”—to say the least—but for a cat, Woods was pretty good people. R.I.P., buddy.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Bridge to nowhere.

No, not the Sarah Palin one. The bridge which for decades allowed motorists to seamlessly travel from Indiana to Illinois and vice versa. Defunct bridges make nice metal sculptures.