Now I'm jumping to 2003, before my ethnography begins but still in-between the entries in my book. Here is the extreme photo cuteness of Idgie during my first ill-fated wedding. She was trying to get me to run away with her - it's clear from the photos.
I miss her, and my father, so very much. These pics were taken ten years before those strange months when they both crossed over, one after the other, my atria. I'm a firm believer in Faulkner's famous quote... (He also knew and loved dogs):
It's wild and therapeutic, rummaging around in photos and materials that have survived from those days. There's a beautiful reading log of my book published by Gersande. I love this kind of feedback, and want to write a proper response to this response. One critique though was the need for context to fill in some of the ellipses between entries. I like the spaces-between, and some were necessary. But in this space I can continue this work-in-progress that is the past.