for my 50th birthday, 50 things i’ve learned…
1. white towels. white plates. neutral upholstery.
2. if there’s ever the slightest doubt, you should go to the funeral.
3. trim chilled radishes, spread with cold butter, dip in sea salt. eat.
4. the only one who enjoys whistling is the whistler.
5. honesty. curiosity. loyalty. compassion. the rest takes care of itself.
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it began in 1995. joe and i fled san francisco and landed in a farmhouse on what had once been my grandfather’s farm. cleared land in eastern north carolina meant long, low horizons and one day we saw a blur streaking across the fields, a dog like none we’d seen before: a terrier, broad in the chest, daintily pawed (he seemed always on tiptoe, cantering like a horse), white with black markings. . . and that snout.
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