About once a week, as I am pedaling my bike up a long hill that goes by the local stadium, I will stop and treat myself to a pizza at Au Stade. It’s on my way …

About once a week, as I am pedaling my bike up a long hill that goes by the local stadium, I will stop and treat myself to a pizza at Au Stade. It’s on my way …
The kind of skinny dog who survives on scraps and garbage. Someone had given her a good portion of a fish, and life was good.
A long-winded story of a trip to Mahajanga with photos of a nasty hotel and, yes, lemurs — Coquerel’s sifakas.
I looked around and found inspiration looking right at me.
Lamenting the loss of civil neighborly communication on our society, I volunteer to trespass.
A couple of weeks ago, Penn Jillette decided to chime in on the controversy that followed after Jane Fonda said “cunt” on national television. In fact, it was from Penn’s video diary that I heard about …
August 1992 – How I came to adopt and name Chamba, and his relationship to previous dogs in my family. Includes pictures of Prado, Nicky, Laddie, and Chamba.
Chamba, other pets, and their remains.
August 1993 – John and I figured out how to carry Chamba on my motorcycle, and go climb the mountain in Cameroon that beckoned to us from the southeast.
Dog people. I never knew how many of them are all around me. They understand.
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