By Eric Le Roy
Content 16+ This morning, leaving lazy Poppy in bed, my Rhodesian Ridgeback Casper (Mr. Sipples) and I went down to our woodsy retreat close to our apartment. Wending our way through the brief greenery to our little path (for rainless summer will soon degrade the wild grass into brittle straw) and following it to the end, I sat in one of the plastic chairs somebody put … Read the rest
by Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ In reading Mr. Anderson’s short dissertation entitled “Hope: A Poisonous Delusion that Beguiles Humanity”, I had the gun to my head, ready to pull the trigger, when my old dog Casper, a glorious Rhodesian Ridgeback who, like me, has seen better days, started squirming and whining and dancing his all too familiar, “Daddy, I really have to have a toilet break!” He stared at … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ The street dog I call Molly has recently had another batch of puppies, and nobody seems to know if that’s good or not so good. The neighbors have kindly supplied a dog house for the ‘family’, and the little dogs are growing. I take them food and so do others.
But just beyond their little field, which is rimmed ineffectually by strings of barbed … Read the rest
Контент 16+ In my English class last night way up high in the Imperia Tower of Moscow City, we discussed the subject of “Change.” This particular group of three students (one of whom will be studying at Columbia University in New York next year) offered many sharp and vivid insights — as is their custom — but they are in one way lucky to remain ignorant, and that has to … Read the rest
Second part. First part is here.
On 28 August, 1963, I came home from somewhere one mid-afternoon. The new school year hadn't started, so the early part of the day remains a blank. Except that I was in Charleston, West Virginia, and we lived in a big ramshackle white house at the end of a dead-end street way up in the hills.
When I walked through the door, our … Read the rest
