As the sun was getting low, I went out to inspect the garden. Charlie the cat sauntered out of her cat house on the porch, careful not to look too excited to see me. Adrienne or I usually bring out a treat at nightfall. And then she bolted back, because the whole neighborhood rocked with the sound of wheels. Jimmy’s boy whizzed by in one of those plastic cars you propel with your feet like the Flintstones. The Artful Dodger... Read more