Chapter One

1. Getting There — 09•14•17
2. Open Door — 09•14•17
3. First Impression  — 09•14•17

Chapter Two

1. First Morning  — 09•14•17
2. The Excellent New Neighbor — 09•25•17
3. Getting to Know You  —10•02•17

Chapter Three

1. Next Morning, Outside  —11•16•17
2. BusyBusy  —10•24•17
3. A New Friend for Dolly  —11•08•17
4. Where is my paper!?  —11•15•17 
5. Rest —11•29•17
6. What is this place!? — 12•06•17

7.  It’s Dark!   — 12•14•17

Chapter Four

1. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!  —01•31•18 

Chapter 5

1. My Day Job — 02•22•18
2. A Painting Class — 03•01•18
3. Bitch Bitch Bitch — 03•14•18
4. Best time of the Day— 3•21•18

Chapter 6

1. Snow Days — 03•07•18
2. Lethal Coffee Clutch — 03•28•18
3. What Are You Afraid Of? — 04•04•08
4. Now What? — 04•11•1Ω
5. Just Kidding — 04•18•18

Chapter 7

1. The Paint Project —05•16•18
2. Power Washing —05•23•18
3. Dude —06•13•18
4. Intermission —06•20•18
5. Confrontation —07•05•18

Chapter 8

1. Like Faeries to a Flame 08•03•18

2. Curious 08•30•18

For years I have waited. Waited for the times when I could paint what I want, go to sleep when I want, dress comfortably, and not worry about awkward moments with others. I am awkward and I know it, they know it. Now it is expected. I was sort of pushed into retirement, but I know what was going on. As a commercial artist, you have to keep up with the trends and the last one destroyed me. Do you remember when porcelain and molded paste collectables were all the rage? Well, I was a part of that army of artists who for a few dollars handed over their skills for the contrived and pathetic little theme oriented clusters of princesses, birds on bird houses, flowers in attitude, the list goes on and on. . It rendered me enough to buy this house I suppose and that is good, but it is no Fiddlehead! And I was able to go to online web design school. I am educated to be and was for a brief period, a newspaper illustrator. Newspapers were falling down like rain when I was at the pinnacle of my career. Mine fell and I went down with the ship. After that it was all detours. Like the one above about figurines. I illustrated a few children’s books but I don’t even remember them except you can count them on one hand. I tried art fairs, publishers, all got me work, but it was for everyone else. The irony.  As a journalist, experienced newspaper illustrator, college graduate (3.98GPA), and web designer, the closest I get to any of those jobs is delivery!  Yes, “The Morning Phantom” they call me  because I deliver newspapers at 3—6 am. Don’t get me wrong. I love my title and I love delivering papers. Just knowing I am partially responsible for the happiness a person gets when they step outside on a beautiful morning and there is their newsprint companion. I can smell the coffee brewing and hear the toast popping. I get my exercise and lots of fresh air. While I am walking, I think about my many novels and paintings. I deliver the newspaper to Fiddlehead. Why is that a big deal? I don’t know, I have for many years and I don’t even know who lives there. I leave the paper, it is gone the next morning and I get a nice card with a good tip every Christmas. There is no name on the on subscription or the annual card. They just appreciate that I put it on the top step and that I deliver it before 5 am. Imagine my surprise when I heard someone is moving in!   Dolly—my mastiff and body guard. She goes wherever I go.

              I now live with the Yaloos in a carriage house for Fiddlehead. They have lived there forever! But I have only been here for a few years. You see. I used to be a sire at a farm called CockerPuppies No.475     This is my story   Unfortunately, Eddie’s hard luck story is common.  But there are ways to help these little friends have more happy starts. AdoptaPet is one of the many websites you can go to to find the exact right friend for you!  If you have a favorite web address, please send it to me.  I will put it up here.

I am going to put something up here, really.