But I'm not here to complain. I'm here to celebrate like General Zaragoza and the citizenry of Puebla de Los Angeles ostensibly did on May 5th, 1862. I'm guessing they partied like it was 1899!
It's early Sunday, June 12th. Outside it's already another hot, muggy morning as I adjust the straps on Sir's walking vest. Standing barefoot in my kitchen, on the smooth cool tile, I should be grateful that it's taken this long to get this hot. I am and I'm not, my feelings are complicated. That's why … Continue reading Lucky Dog