Kickass drums and horse shit

Kickass, the doorstop dog, says as this is written, he hears the drums of the “Wild West Days” parade down on the village’s main streets, and as the sound wafts up the hill on the bright, sunny breeze it signals that all is well with the world.

“The world,” of course, being that little cocoon that we all weave around ourselves on our trip to becoming butterflies….someday.

Later, when the parade is over, there will be some horse shit in the street but somebody will pick it up. somebody, like Connie, the neighbor nurse who left Wednesday to take care of Hurricane Irma victims.