“Connie, what are you most excited for today?” she asked.

Connie turned to both me and the man on the other side of me and smiled sweetly. She then looked back at the judges. “To beat the pants off of these two,” she answered matter-of-factly.

Ire Land

The crowd parted as we slowly and carefully pulled out of the driveway. A guy who looked like a Hell’s Angel banged his fist against the hood of the car, and a woman spat on it as we drove by them.

Dead Guy

I was twenty-four when this all happened. In my late forties, I’d have friends who’d watch their parents die, put kids in ICU, euthanise their cat; you get the last gift of adulthood then, when it, or something like it, happens. You start thinking about people differently.