I sat with my friend by the pool, sipping Snickets.
(What’s a Snicket? A shot of vodka, a squeeze of lime, a sprig of fresh mint, topped off with seltzer).
We made jokes that this is how the millionaires live: cocktails poolside.
Nevermind that the pool is small, plastic, kiddie-sized.
And I pulled out a dead cricket (the pool boy hadn’t been around in awhile).
The dog ran around the yard, as dogs do.
A dove sat above us on a sunlit branch.
And there was this “thank you” moment.
Now, I don’t know who I was thanking.
I’m not …




