Second, you may recognize this as a rerun (especially if you go to make a comment and see one of yours from a couple of years ago already there!) Hey, the NEW stuff is over at the Boston Herald!
Third, there is no third, so here goes!
Note the clump of branches hanging over the doorway. Waste not, want not (especially when it comes to the drinks) was another motto.
For what it's worth, I think it's lovely, too, and I'm disgustingly sober right now.
I had been so successful in anthropomorphizing him, even to myself, that I actually cried when I put his remains out for the trash pickup. Anyway, it just seems wrong to re-run the story, with its happy ending, since I know he's gone. What can I say? I'm a sentimental goof. It's still there at the link, though, if you want to read it (and I still think it's a really good piece although I haven't been able to convince anyone with the title of "editor" to part with cash in support of that proposition.)
But now, I've got a SHINY NEW SILVER TREE and I guess it's about time I showed it to you!