Our little postage stamp park with the cute pond is Glendover Park, just down the street, right by the elementary school. As we walked our lhasa in the near-dusk, we heard a hawk's "scree, scree" emanate from the trees.
On the radio today the interviewees kept talking about ways to recognize depression, and how depression affects so many lives. I pondered a bit on that, and came to agree with him.
I am planning to run an ad in the pennysaver, titled "Do you have a place for my chess club to play?"
