My dogs and I spend a lot of time walking on the South Side, where we all find much to interest us. I don’t think the variety of olfactory data is any thicker on the South Side than elsewhere in town, but my dogs certainly keep busy on our strolls. With their snouts an inch or so off the ground, they move their heads from side to side like minesweepers, occasionally pouncing on a fragment of food or a scrap of unrecognizable organic matter. (more…) Continue Reading →
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On a bookshelf above my desk, Thomas Hickey looks down at me every day with his perpetual expression of forlorn longing. All I know of Mr. Hickey is that he lived at 14 Patrick Street, Fermoy, and that he was 45 years old when he died on Oct. 28, 1942. (more…) Continue Reading →