Dogs

Barry Stewart Mann brings us a story about crossing over what was, for him, a boundary of childhood.

I’d know that Lassie bark anywhere. I must confess from the outset that I am an unabashed, unapologetic, totally loyal Lassie fan.

We’re right in the middle of that hot spell of summer that the ancients called the “dog days,” and William Jay Smith has some poems for us today about this steamy time.