I should’ve had a bad day. Woke up to a very bad day but Woody knew I was awake. He’d been staring at me for seconds or hours, waiting for me to open my eyes. Hard to fake sleep in front of a dog who absolutely loses his shit in celebration every time you wake up. So he got his breakfast, then his walk—the order he prefers, usually. And I walked across the street for a coffee as he went back to sleep.
Love this chapter. I embarrassed myself in public by weeping while reading it. (First time that’s happened.) Guess I’m way old enough to know what it’s like to return to a place where stuff happened and be reminded the place is beautiful and maybe reclaiming that part of my life. The photo of you, Michael, and Woody is wonderful! Yeah, follow Woody. Great stuff.
Woke up at 3 am on a very hot night in the east. Aching hip. Read this, and, oh, it's so good. I feel ankle deep (as much as I can handle) in cold ocean water on a beach with tough history. Mostly, I feel grateful to read such good writing about such important things. Hope that you and Woody (and Michael, too) have a good night .
I know we're all just saying how much we love this piece but really, me too. Absolutely fucking love it. Read it twice. Probably going to read it again. Thank you!!!
Love this chapter. I embarrassed myself in public by weeping while reading it. (First time that’s happened.) Guess I’m way old enough to know what it’s like to return to a place where stuff happened and be reminded the place is beautiful and maybe reclaiming that part of my life. The photo of you, Michael, and Woody is wonderful! Yeah, follow Woody. Great stuff.
I fucking love this and here's your goddamn chapter.
I’m glad you’rea writer (with a book deal) because if you weren’t I’d probably have to tell you you should be, and that can be awkward.
Follow the dog is god life advice, or it will get you rolling in interesting shit at least… Thanks.
Woke up at 3 am on a very hot night in the east. Aching hip. Read this, and, oh, it's so good. I feel ankle deep (as much as I can handle) in cold ocean water on a beach with tough history. Mostly, I feel grateful to read such good writing about such important things. Hope that you and Woody (and Michael, too) have a good night .
I fucking love how you write.
MAN! I love this. You really capture the weird of going toward/avoiding
a place/time with hope/dread of rephrasing/re-visioning it.
But I don't have a dog....maybe that would help.
Following Woody is a good way to live. This was wonderful. I am glad that he's as good for you as you are for him.
I love this chapter. I love that you share the experience, and your expectations, and your revelations.
It’s a very good plan. Thanks so much for sharing this. Powerful.
You are very brave. Look forward to reading it. Woody is a good boy.
I know we're all just saying how much we love this piece but really, me too. Absolutely fucking love it. Read it twice. Probably going to read it again. Thank you!!!
Oh my god I'm crying in the tub reading this, fuck yes. I love your writing and I love me some California🔥❤🌈
Steinbeck guy! And I love "Cannery Row."
Hands down, I would follow Woody’s lead excluding squirrels
Beautiful.
I loved this dispatch. So much. The photo. I loved it all.