Jean and I saw the cutest thing on our walk this morning. A yellow lab trotted down a driveway, stopped and picked up the huge Sunday paper very gently with his mouth. He (or she) saw us, wagged his/her tail then turned and headed back towards the open garage door. I was reaching into my pocket to get my phone to take a picture of this little slice of Americana when I stopped myself. I realized it was the home of Coach Q of the Blackhawks. Didn't want to be paparazzi, but my goodness, it was the sweetest sight.
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