At 6:35 this morning I was trying to shovel a dead rat into a garbage can. This is a lousy way to begin a day. My dog, who had found the already dead rodent, watched me stare at it.
There are very few things I dislike more than rats, this is not their fault though. Intellectually I understand…
This is a story about a dead rat, but it isn’t really about a dead rat at all. Will’s stories are always about people, and they always remind me how lucky I am to know him.