–Small acts of kindness soften the soul.–
“Let’s go over to Harvey’s,” I suggested one Sunday afternoon soon after moving to the country house.
“Who’s Harvey?” asked Brian (8).
“Harvey is our neighbor,” I explained. “You’ll like his place. He has lots of animals.”
We walked down Church Road toward Rabbit Lane, past Russell’s arena, and turned up the dirt drive to Harvey’s log-sided house. No one answered my knock at the door, but I thought it would be alright if we looked around at Harvey’s animals. We smelled the animals before we saw them: skunk. No doubt about it. A wrinkled, water-stained sign wired to the cage read, Stay Away. Continue reading