Yesterday I went to visit my friends in New York and we spent a lot of the time there talking about writing and the creative process. 353 more words
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In 2002, while Granny and Grampa (the Old Yankee Man) were in Florida, Grampa’s dog died.
Sunny was a ‘pound dog’. A collie/shepherd/who-knows-what-else mix.
JoHn and I had chosen her, with Granny’s ‘okay’, from the Humane Society, shortly after they lost JoHn’s childhood ShepHerd, Misty (who had become Grampa’s dog when JoHn went to college). 1,660 more words