6:30 this morning, I was out walking the dog. In childhood I had a dog, and then 30 years passed, and now I have a dog again. I forgot what it's like to pick up dog shit. It's not something I like to do. A gloomy morning, but just as it looked as though the light was about to appear, a man hopped into his car with the radio blaring. It was Queen's "We Are the Champions." I sang some of the lyrics as the man did a three point turn and pulled out of the neighborhood.
As he disappeared I thought to myself, that's a man who started his day the right way.