Archive for July 2010

“Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.” ―Alfred Lord Tennyson, “Locksley Hall,” 1842 Past the hawthorne tree with its sharp-pointed leaves and hopeful red berries, I wander slowly through the cemetery, struggling to remember my grandfather, his dreams, and the memories of war that hunted within them. “Pesky, oh yes, Pesky, he was a wonderful…