I turned 60 yesterday, and Alice turned 15. That’s right. I’ve spent a quarter of my life with this dog. We had a great party in a house cleaner than anyone could remember it ever being. This is one of my favorite shots of the party animals:
The painting on the wall is of Sarah’s mother when she was about sixteen. The story goes it was painted by a young man smitten with her. Everyone assumes it’s a painting of Sarah at sixteen.