Goodnight, sweet prince. You were a rascal at times, but mostly you were misunderstood. To those in your pack you were the best of good boys. You lived up to your namesake. All dogs go to heaven, which to you is probably an endless expanse of garbage to eat. Hats off to you, Orson. Eternal iced coffee. I will miss you.
ATTN RI friends: I will be here for at least the next month, remodeling the house my grandfather built in 1949. Let’s hang out.
Pictured here the room I spent many hours playing as a child, with a dance pole, installed by the prior tenant (not my grandparents).
