Silence, Silence Everywhere, and Naught a Thought to Think.

Sam, the boxer/lab six-month-old puppy who's thrown in his lot with me, and I have landed in the Great North Woods to live in a Tiny White Box.  (If I'm not careful, another sentence like the last one--with its common words capitalized--will make me sound as if I'm living in the 17th century, instead of … Continue reading Silence, Silence Everywhere, and Naught a Thought to Think.