This morning as I was leaving the house to go to the Tribune, my husband, David, came out with me to get something out of his truck.
While we were out there, a young lady from the next street over walked by with her little dog. The dog was a Chihuahua-Poodle mix. She was a very sweet little dog, and very curious about us. David said, “That dog is smaller than some of my cats.”
That struck up a conversation with the neighbor, who mentioned that it will be a good day for a bike ride, and somehow inserted into the conversation something about her husband’s car, a vintage Mustang.