THE MAN WITH THE
PRESENCE OF
MIND
ENOUGH TO KEEP
TWO DOGS
WAITING
I climbed Olympia Hill to get to Lookout Rock;
thinking of nothing but sky and water, I maneuvered
my way along earthen paths strewn with rocks and
pebbles and fallen logs. As I reached the top, having
more than trouble breathing, it seemed I remembered
so many things : the sound of the wind in the rippling
grass, that idea of new crops, and sassafras, the lines
of blackberry bushes running along the path, the old
screen door behind which Mr. Metz kept his ice-melting
machinery. Two, mind you, two blind dogs were always
at the ready, tied by a leash to the edge of the fence.
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