The Male Animal

Two Mangnettes

It’s a beautiful October Saturday morning, and Snowman and I have taken Molly and Sam to the new dog park, a more woodsy place than the one close to home. We climb the hill and choose a path that will take us along a fence. I haven’t been here in a while, and it is a little overgrown. Some of the thin arms of bushes crossing it are thorny, and I warn Snowman as I hold back a branch.

"That would matter if I weren’t a man," he replies.

It’s a less beautiful Wednesday morning, and Pure Luck and I are driving from one town to another in Non-Contiguous New England State, seeking out shopping and dining opportunities.

"I want you to see my favorite sign around here. I wish I could get someone to take my picture in front of it."

"Where is it?"

"Up around this bend. Wait for it. Wait for it. There!"



I roll my eyes. He grins.


So, like stepfather, like stepson?

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