Readers may recall that one of the first installments of this newsletter was a story about a pleasant older man named Milton and his dog Scooter. They were living in a nice SUV, parked on a side street near a park, under a stately cedar. I regularly encountered them on my walks and bicycle rides and typically entered into conversations with Milton about the state of the world, his homelessness, his inability to find employment, Scooter, caregiving for my father, and the various treasures we discovered in street libraries.
Milton and Scooter Again!
Milton and Scooter Again!
Milton and Scooter Again!
Readers may recall that one of the first installments of this newsletter was a story about a pleasant older man named Milton and his dog Scooter. They were living in a nice SUV, parked on a side street near a park, under a stately cedar. I regularly encountered them on my walks and bicycle rides and typically entered into conversations with Milton about the state of the world, his homelessness, his inability to find employment, Scooter, caregiving for my father, and the various treasures we discovered in street libraries.