A couple of times I made the mistake of trying to read this little essay at one of my lectures. Even years later, I’d fall apart. Please excuse the fuzziness of the photo. There are only two pictures of me with my dog, and the other one was used in another book. This one was taken when I lived in the treehouse on Bushrod Lane in Beverly Glen. Something like 1963 or ’4, something like that.
Not a day passes I don’t miss him. He was a swell guy.