During the warmer weeks I enjoy going for long walks at dusk. Hearing TV sets through open windows. Seeing groups of children running around, enjoying the school break. This all brings back memories of my childhood, summer trips with my family and short stays at my grandmother’s house.
On those summer evenings at grandma’s, she would tell me stories about my aunts and uncles, grandparents, cousins. Family anecdotes that sounded like a short tale, with nice characters and others who sounded scary, with a touch of craziness. I regret forgetting the details a long time ago but somehow the universe managed to make sure a woman in her sixties would be taking care of Ashbury, the gorgeous Persian cat, this summer in Bayridge, Brooklyn. Such a mysterious and perfect universe…