My mom is a long-time fan of author Jon Katz. As a fanatical but fussy reader of murder mysteries, she really liked his Suburban mysteries. She was thoroughly bummed when Katz’s publisher discontinued the series.
But she admired Katz’s pilgrimage to the mountain and she reads his books on dogs. She just read me this article about Katz’s work as a hospice volunteer.
“Maybe we should volunteer your services,” she said, looking me over with a critical eye. “But you couldn’t greet your favorite people by jumping on them.”
Moi? Jump? Who’s she talking about? Anyway, my fans adore me.