Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Happer & Jo
Today's the day I've been waiting for. Tonight, actually. Gene and I will drive up to Michigan and collect our Jo. She's been riding the train since Monday, viewing the great northern tier of America, from Vancouver, Washington to Idaho, Montana, North Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, to Chicago, and then, finally, the little town of Niles. 50-some-odd hours on the Amtrak, something she's always wanted to do. She texted in the night to say she and her partner were kicking butt at euchre. Kindred spirits. I'm dying to hear her tales. It's been six months since we've seen her, a year since she's been home. There is a new dog waiting to greet her, a rescue mutt that I brought home Monday. We think he is somewhere between one and two years old. He's a loving fellow recovering from a nasty case of mange. His fur is a little patchy. We're calling him Happer.