Here I'm sharing the beginning of my book. It's in diary form and begins all the way back in 2000. There are lots of extras not included in the book, such as photos. Let's see how the past unfolds in the future...

Posted on December 24, 2017 .

Unto the Breach

Now I'm jumping to 2003, before my ethnography begins but still in-between the entries in my book.  Here is the extreme photo cuteness of Idgie during my first ill-fated wedding.  She was trying to get me to run away with her - it's clear from the photos.

Waiting for me as I walked down the aisle.  We were a perfect match.

Waiting for me as I walked down the aisle.  We were a perfect match.

Looking smashing and bored.

Looking smashing and bored.

With some of my favorite people.

With some of my favorite people.

She and my Godson both knew what was up.

She and my Godson both knew what was up.

I miss her, and my father, so very much. These pics were taken ten years before those strange months when they both crossed over, one after the other, my atria. I'm a firm believer in Faulkner's famous quote... (He also knew and loved dogs):

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

It's wild and therapeutic, rummaging around in photos and materials that have survived from those days. There's a beautiful reading log of my book published by Gersande. I love this kind of feedback, and want to write a proper response to this response. One critique though was the need for context to fill in some of the ellipses between entries. I like the spaces-between, and some were necessary. But in this space I can continue this work-in-progress that is the past.

Posted on July 3, 2003 and filed under photos, extras.

At home

Idgie under the chair
Idgie on the bed

Back in my single days in that little condo. We went on long walks every day after work and that was my favorite part of the day. We must've walked all over Buckhead. Idgie was a remarkable pup - it took her literally one day to be house-trained! She just "got it" immediately. And she was so good with the kitties, although I'm sure they were less than keen on the bouncing baby girl.

Oh how I miss her!

Posted on May 8, 2000 and filed under extras, photos, book.

From Idgie's Baby Book

Idgie came home under the funniest circumstances. I had been wanting a dog for years, and lately I had been torturing myself with surreptitious visits to the Humane Society and the “pet orphans” outside of the dog treat bakery, and looking at ads for puppies in the paper. I had not met a dog that felt like “the one,” and I was trying desperately to argue myself out of getting one anyway.

Then during a terrible day at work, I decided to leave early in the afternoon. I found myself heading over to the Humane Society. I lingered in the front area a while played with the puppies, a big litter of hound mixes, and then went in the back to look at the adult dogs.

At some point I went back to the puppy area and a new litter was brought in. I spotted Idgie’s cute face bounding toward me. She was mostly white with big brown spots on her back like a saddle, and her eyes were coal dark. She had a cheeky, happy expression and was the friendliest, biggest puppy of the litter. I played with her and her littermates for a long time, sitting on that ledge of their pen, stuck between between desire and responsibility.

Three of them were solid black, two were black and white merle, the runt was white with big black spots and a hurt leg (they whisked her away when they realized), and then there was Idgie. The info card said Lab/Dalmation mix, but I immediately thought there was no Dalmation in these pups. I held several of Idgie’s brothers and sisters, and Idgie for a long time, and then tore myself away and went out to the car to check voicemail.

In the car, I got up some determination, and went back in to see her. I held her and carried her around as the volunteers tried to convince me to get her, but still I was scared. A dog was a big responsibility and especially with work, I didn’t want to get in over my head.

Then a camera crew and reporter from Fox News randomly appeared with all their lights and equipment. They interviewed the director of the Humane Society about a recent amendment to the animal cruelty law that made extreme cases of cruelty a felony. It seemed like they left, but then they came back in and interviewed me while I was cradling Idgie! I was so nervous and am sure I said something dumb but I was excited to be on TV with her. I hoped that no-one from work saw me playing hooky at the Humane Society. (As it turned out, Sarah called and said, “Jere, I just saw you on television. You looked great! Did you get a dog?”)

It was as if our fate together had been sealed. After the news crew left and the hubbub died down, I knew I was going to adopt Idgie. A man named Manuel took care of the paperwork and asked if he could be adopted too. I followed my heart. I have never been sorry.

Posted on March 23, 2000 and filed under book.

Some time in 2000

The first thing I remember of the current millennium is lying in bed wide-awake in the wee hours of night. I felt so alone with Michael snoring next to me. I had changed law jobs twice in the past few months. I left a large firm, a great paying job, to go to the Housing Authority, and then when that wasn’t working for me, I went to yet another firm. I negotiated a less than full-time gig so that I could think about going back to grad school and doing something interesting. I never liked practicing law, but hadn’t been able to get out from under my bills long enough to make a go of something else. Still, after eight years, I could afford to go part-time (still full-time as ordinary jobs go), and the firm could afford to let me.

What I really need and want in life is a dog. No, maybe this is selfish desire. It will not solve anything. But I miss dog love and I haven’t felt that intense bond since childhood. I can remember lying with my head on Kahlua’s soft belly and burying my nose in her fur. I know it won’t be easy to care for a dog in my small condo. I’ll have to get up and walk her late at night and early in the morning. A dog definitely won’t mesh well with the demands of work and Michael’s busy social schedule. But fuck it. I’ll deal with the consequences.

Posted on February 1, 2000 and filed under book.