Ants: Farewell SKHS 1958

Roaches. Dung beetles. Spiders. We sometimes use our names for fellow terrestrials to characterize each other. Some might say those are our truest names and selves. I might say so. For about a year and a half of elongated appendages, I was called Spider but outgrew that in tenth grade and became Dog, which lasted beyond high school. Everybody in my class called me Dog, as honorific. “Hey Dog!” Or, “Howya doin, Dog?” Like that. These days I can only think of two guys who might call me Dog. They’re both younger than me and didn’t go to my school.

–for GKE, aka Rabbit, Mar. 1940 — Apr. 2016, rip