I stopped to take a photo of the question. This delightful dog would not move and insisted on attention. He finally moved far enough off of it to have it legible after he insisted I rub his belly. I guess I could have gone without a photo, but it was nice getting the canine love. His human was patiently bemused.
I would have been six. I remember my mother weeping and explaining to me why.
We did have practice at William Penn House, but I fell asleep before posting. Here’s the front window of William Penn House. We’re going to work on a sign for the yoga.
On the way to work.