"Good fences make good neighbors" wrote Robert Frost. Well, what do you do if you don't have a fence, and all the bushes on the perimeter have died because of the salt water? And what do you do if your bad next door neighbor happens to have children who are heroin addicts and are either dealing or buying from their house?
You get a puppy. One that will grow up to be a B-I-G dog.
Although I've only been writing this blog for about five months, I sent out Christmas letters with my cards for more than 15 years. It began when I would talk to myself as I read the letters I would get from my more-accomplished-than-me family and friends. They recounted tales of their talented spouses who could build family rooms out of recycled toilet paper rolls, their children who volunteered tutoring orphans in advanced calculus while scoring perfect 1600's on their SAT's, and their cats who cleaned their own litter boxes.