I first met Molly the Wonder Dog about twelve years ago. I had exited a difficult marriage and found, much to my surprise, a delightful brown-eyed mother of two who thought I was charming. Seriously, she did. Anyway, Karen had two children – Sara and Clayton – a couple of cats with questionable reputations and Molly the Wonder Dog. Molly wasn’t sure about me at first. She kept her distance, and looked at me me with eye of skeptical reporter. For a while, she watched every step I took when I ventured over to Karen’s house. I understood this. Karen was a single mother with two small children. Molly was Karen’s dog and Molly was in charge of security, a job she took very seriously. I was the outsider. And, because Karen shares the same DNA as St. Francis of Assisi, I knew that should I stay with her Molly and the other animals that crossed the threshold, would become part of our family. So Karen and I began to date. But it wasn’t until Molly witnessed the first of many kisses between Ka
“…and then something went bump, and that bump made us jump. We looked and we saw him step in on the mat. We looked as we saw him, the Cat in the Hat …” In the annals of American History March 2 nd is not the most noticeable of dates. It can be claimed as the birthday of both Desi Arnaz and Mikhail Gorbachev and, for those whose tastes run somewhat darker, it’s the day cowboy actor Randolph Scott died. Of course, if we Americans were truly students of history, March 2 nd would have more meaning: in 1923 the first issue of Time Magazine rolled off the presses. On that same date in 1927, Babe Ruth was listed as the highest paid player in baseball (he earned $70,000 that year) in 1933, King Kong premiered at the Radio City Music Hall. In 1950 Silly Putty was invented. Fourteen years later, the Beatles would film “A Hard Day’s Night” and in 1974 a federal grand jury would conclude President Nixon was involved in Watergate. Still, even these events don’t accurately portray th