My tinnitus sounds like a pond full of spring peepers. My grandfather said that his sounded like his head was in a barrel along with an old-fashioned radio playing the static in between channels. I prefer mine,
Ann Landers (or was it Dear Abby?) once answered a reader’s question by stating that neighbors should be treated as invisible, no matter what they do or don’t wear, when they are on their doorstep.
My sister lives on a rural road. They had to put their basset hound down three weeks ago. Last week, they found a miserable mutt wrapped in a cold wet blanket in the roadside ditch by their house. I hope that there is a special place reserved for people who abandon their dogs.
It was 1959. I was in the first grade in a one-room schoolhouse in Dresden, Missouri. I looked at a calendar on the wall and had an epiphany when I suddenly realized that the calendar didn’t just show the dates and months.
The sound I made was a groan of envy. Well done!