In the middle of the afternoon on December 18, 2008, a gardener let himself into my best friend Rebecca’s kitchen using the spare key he’d been instructed to find under a potted plant on the back porch. He shut his nostrils against the smells—food rotting and cat feces, primarily. The cat, skittering away down the … Continue reading

The Last Hotdog

My truck is home.  It doesn’t feel like home, though, after five weeks away.  Not me-away, the truck away, living at Gary’s Repair in Mancos for five weeks and a day. The 2004 four-door Toyota Tacoma was feeling a lot like home before its extended visit to Gary’s.  A 2875-mile road trip will do that, especially when … Continue reading