Waking to another retirement day while wintering here in Mesa, Arizona, I think about what I would like to accomplish. I know I need to get some grocery shopping done, but first the morning routine and chores. Last on the list, Jagger and I have our breakfast. When we finish, I ask him if he wants to go for a ride in the truck. He is all over it. I leash him up and out the door we go. We’re off, starting down the trail in the Workhorse. Still inside the RV Park, not a block away from our campsite, I see a golf
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