A Writing Life

I truly have lost my mind as a dog owner.  Today, about twelve hours before the deadline, I entered Owen in the OldNavy.com mascot contest.  Yes, Owen.  Yes, Old Navy.  Anyway, if you're interested in seeing Owen at his finest (smiling, outdoors, waiting for the pitch of his favorite tennis ball -- just as he is in this picture), and in reading his "bio," check out the Old Navy site.  And, when you're looking for Owen, sort by name, six names per page; Owen will be on page 13649.   Type in the number, and hit "enter."  There he is.  Smiling, happy, a little dubious about this mascot competition, but that's okay.  We won't win.  We'll just have fun playing the game.  That's what it's all about.

Soon, here, an update on the recent weeks -- knee surgery, the fire and water damage in the studio, maybe a screenplay in the works, definitely a little book tour in the offing.  Life is never dull.  Even here in the Midwest.

Cheers -- and have a good Memorial Day holiday.  Whether you are of a patriotic inclination or not, there are men and women of all ages who have served our country in the armed forces with courage, duty, and careful pride (note, GWB: careful pride), and on tomorrow's holiday we pay notice to that service.  Thanks, Dad. Hi, Aimee.

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