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

to accept the sleek, easy modern world.

But when I opened my front door, Gable was there.

He didn’t jump. He didn’t bark. He walked up to me, pressed his side against my legs, and let out a long, heavy sigh. He had chewed the corner of the rug while I was gone—a nervous habit.

The old Leo would have been annoyed. The “Gary” version of me would have seen continue reading …