February 3, 2007
There is this particular street that I walk the dog down when I feel too lonely for my own skin. Our presence sets off a chorus of barks. Too many dogs to count, but they come out of every where. They lean over fences, and appear on window sills. Itís craziness and mayhem. It must awaken the entire neighborhood. Me and the dog just make our way down the street as if it were a haunted house and out of anywhere an unexpected figure could appear. We both get a little jumpy. It reminds me that I am not invisible.