Good dogs deserve to be remembered. Remembering my good dog Dover. He got me through the hardest parts of being a widow. Forever grateful. Rest In Peace. Dover, July 4th, 2014 – May 12th, 2020.
Feeling emboldened by the fact that the quarantine has given readers more time to read, I am not holding back in the word count department (or the run-on sentence department), & here’s Part 1 of several “RAISING A GLASS” posts to fill your quaran-time. This one is “To Neighbors”. My neighbors . . . If you are a bluegrass music fan, then you might even know of my neighbors, even have them playing on your turntable as you read this . . . Read on.