Sometime in the wee hours during our final night in Oakland, a burglar stashed some castaway items among the debris in our…
Just east of Sacramento, where the valley begins a rise toward the snowy Sierras, the cat’s moaning hypnotized me. I was fairly exhausted to begin with, but Sukha’s steady bleating over the hum of tires on I-80 had me head-nodding a few times.