À bientôt, Sacramento…

Now and then you visit places and realize that they have no vitality, no essence to speak of.  Sacramento is one of those places.  Pair with that the fact that I wouldn’t let this health system give me a haircut, and you can imagine how thrilled I am to be coming out here over the next few weeks.

The only plus is that all the frequent flyer miles cover our first-class flights to Italy.  I meditate on that as I drift off to sleep on the redeye.  

Miz Delphine, our bloodhound, turns one year old on Monday.  She has become a natural tracker, and will gladly lead you along the trail of a fox or deer that has crossed the property.  All dogs live through their noses to a great extent, but the bloodhound is often called a "nose with a dog attached" for good reason.