|Sidney Lanier Cottage|
Today, I saw a homeless woman along a east-west street on the edges of downtown Macon's business district. My spoiled bulldog started with a soft bark. Like a child, I nudged her softly to not talk. The light took forever to change and she had developed a rolling deep throated bark.
There is a shiver you feel in your soul when you realize a dog riding in your car has a better life than the woman sitting along the sidewalk.
Getting into my car. Louise nuzzles me. She knows I'll buy her a hamburger.