dragged this one from the pile under the house. she was a good rider. i gave her a warm bath and held her. she was happy to be inside. i had thought to try to ride her again. maybe get her water tight and ready for the mushy surf to come. but her tumors were rampant. her diseases too many to ignore. her days were done. nothing but a full transplant or two would make her water tight again. i was thinking this over, when my son says to me. oh dad. i could rip that thing.

and so he will.