Memory in the mind of man can adapt to the worst conditions. I’ll give you an example, an analogy of sorts: Each night I sop rags with beer and lay them out in careful strips....

Despite an icy northeast wind huffing across the bay I sneak out after dark, after my mother falls asleep clutching her leather Bible, and I hike up the rutted road to the frosted meadow to...

If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very, very few persons.

I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance – a sharp, vindictive glance.