Mitchell Way
Scene one: The misery begins. And Action!
My experience with smells started in Boy Scouts. I must have been in the 7th grade at the time. My dad had always encouraged my brother and me to go as far as we could in Scouting, so we were always working to finish merit badges of different themes.
2009-2020
My granddog, Milton Barry and I walked through the tall grass to a hilly knoll overlooking the ocean. He wasn’t walking as fast in his old age, but he didn’t mind the walk together. As the afternoon sun was setting, we sat together and I laid my hand on his back.
Last night my grand dog Milton Barry and I were sitting on the living room couch telling stories. He starts telling me how he fought in the great Dog and Cat War of the 1950s. I know he’s lying because he can’t possibly be that old but I let him ramble on and I try to keep a straight face because I know that out of courtesy he listens to my lies too.