Me and Franzen. I guess I could do it in this life too. What I’m saying is, I like birds.
A couple of weeks ago I came upon a few neighbors looking up into one of the large trees lining our street. An owl was up there. He was looking down on us. He didn’t seem to have a positive opinion about our gawking. “Who, who, who cooks for you?” he asked. “My husband,” I responded. “I’m really more of a baker.”
