Two things I read today sent me back in time.
First, this story on a lost cat and her 200-mile walk home. I never had a cat, and don't want one, but that story is amazing. I had a horse once named Pistol with a keen sense of direction. We kept him in a pasture in the north part of town. One day he got out, crossed the main street, and ran into the backyard at my grandparents house waiting for me to come outside. I can confirm that another acquaintance of mine - an Italian Greyhound - knows his way around the streets of New York.
And then there was this blog post on a coin purse. Alone, the post is insigificant, but just hearing the words "coin purse" makes me think of Mama Do sending me to the Piggly Wiggly. It was a short walk from her house, and she insisted that I carry her money in that little black coin purse. I hated it. Hated it. The flipside: I was usually going to buy Reese's Peanut Buttercups and Wrigley's Spearmint gum.
Ok. I'm done. Flashforward. Today is Leddy Murray's birthday. She's sweet & six.