Lupine of Lexington

Somewhere in Lexington, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lives, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf. Toby was quick to climb ...

A Bulldog Named Fireball

When I finally caught up Bamboo, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine morning. Not ...

From Marrakech with Love

Once, I ran in to Rowdy and Piper in an airport bar in Marrakech. Time doesn’t have much meaning in airports – I was having evening drinks, but they were having breakfast, Piper squinting at ...