I recently had the good fortune of traveling back home, to the East Bay, California, for a few days. I’ve been living in (or near) Chicago for about 7 years now, and I’ve been home an average of once per year (twice in ’06, none in ’11, by my calculations), so it was nice to see my lovely, elderly pirate dog again, among so many other things.
Like the beautiful, wide open kitchen my mother had installed in the house as I was getting ready to move to Chicago.
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