John Downey
My longtime friend, John, was a good man. A sweet soul with a tough exterior, but a caring heart that seems to be lost to many today. I miss you, John.
Morning symphony
It’s 6:20 in the morning and at least five roosters are crowing in my neighborhood. Their clarion voices are mingled with the drone of hundreds of doves, the buzz of hummingbirds, noisy grackles and the melody of mockingbirds. Wednesday is LIT in birdland.
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