Friday, May 6, 2016


My dad grew up in a day when a man wore a hat, not a cap, for work and for more formal occasions. In fact, I remember him saying that he couldn't remember going out without a hat.

When he died, I kept his hat in my closet for many years. Just in case.

Today, our dog Baron crossed the rainbow bridge. He was nearly twelve and one-half, but the cancer got him.

I think I'll keep his leash in its place in the coat closet. Just in case.

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