The Lesson of the Clothespin: Refusing to Discard the Broken Things in a Throwaway Culture

I return Gable because he was a “lemon”—was named Gary. Gary was the unofficial sheriff of our cul-de-sac. He drove a brand-new electric SUV that he leased, swapping it every two years for the newer model because he “couldn’t deal with the battery degradation anxiety.”

Gary stopped me at the mailbox two days after the vet visit.

“Heard him barking at continue reading …