She is a seven-year old mixed breed mutt I found along the side of the road in some small and somewhat cramped town in the middle of Tennessee.
I think they called it Tellahoma?
I’d went for a junket (apparently I appeal to a certain demographic well-represented in the throes of the rolling hills, corn and soy fields, tiny private Catholic or at least Christian schools) and there she was.
I was looking for something to do. It was a Wednesday. I was scheduled for an alumni gathering the following weekend. Sidney, the President of the University, had asked me to speak for several minutes and I’d obliged.