A chilly three degrees and the windchill is minus eight. The garage door makes a miserable creaking and crackling, breaking and fracturing caterwaul as it rolls up in the frozen tar black air.
Today I pose the question to my little ones, ‘What are some of the differences between Puerto Rico and Rochester, NY?’
I am informed that in Puerto Rico, pit bulls ride around in cars…
I stare briefly out at the windswept parking lot which is fast disappearing in the wispy white sheet of forever…
Pit bulls. So there’s that…
