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Sonny Brewer is the author of the novels The Poet of Tolstoy Park, A Sound Like Thunder, Cormac, The Widow and the Tree, and his latest, DON'T QUIT YOUR DAY JOB: ACCLAIMED AUTHORS AND THE DAY JOBS THEY QUIT.

At the end of Zundel’s Lane just south of Great Point Clear, there are broad steps that lead down to the water—and somet...
11/04/2024

At the end of Zundel’s Lane just south of Great Point Clear, there are broad steps that lead down to the water—and sometimes right up to Heaven.

Woke up this morning to an email from an old friend, a writer Doug Kelley, from Arkansas. Made me think of the great myt...
10/18/2024

Woke up this morning to an email from an old friend, a writer Doug Kelley, from Arkansas.

Made me think of the great mythologist Joseph Campbell. In the PBS miniseries, The Power of Myth, journalist Bill Moyers said to Campbell that in all his books he never spoke of what he himself believed.

Moyers asked him if he believed in a power or force, behind the scenes, that is interested in human affairs, gets involved in our day-to-days.

“No,” said Campbell. He let the silence hang in the air for a beat or two.

“I have evidence,” he added.

And the evidence that all souls are connected, that anything is possible, is all around.

Little dog Bobby’s wicker sofa. My chair close by. Our toes, toe-to-toe as he fell asleep. Long cool shadows under the m...
10/07/2024

Little dog Bobby’s wicker sofa. My chair close by. Our toes, toe-to-toe as he fell asleep. Long cool shadows under the mossy live oaks through the open screen door. What more?

My friend Jack Davis—who used to be a doctor around here, and is now doctoring in Oregon—sent word to me that he renamed...
09/14/2024

My friend Jack Davis—who used to be a doctor around here, and is now doctoring in Oregon—sent word to me that he renamed Bobby Lake outside Eugene. Bobby Lake is now Little Dog Bobby Lake. Jack gave me permission to use his photographic evidence of the name change.

I am especially touched because my middle name is Eugene. So out in scenic Eugene Oregon there’s a beautiful mountain lake named Little Dog Bobby Lake. How perfect.

Jack also sent proof folks at the Eugene Public Library can check out three of my novels.

I might move out there.

In the meantime, Little Dog Bobby and me, we are getting more at ease in boats, cruising up and down our very own Waterhole Branch.

Soon, we check out sailing.

Here on National Dog Day, me n little dog Bobby are studying some YouTube videos. I’m trying to convince him to go saili...
08/26/2024

Here on National Dog Day, me n little dog Bobby are studying some YouTube videos. I’m trying to convince him to go sailing with me. Styling in his red life jacket. So far, he’s not buying it.

You keep showing me black and yellow labs, Papa, a couple of retrievers…where are the squirrel dogs? We fierce hunting terriers don’t have time for yachting! Nice try, but nope.

I think I’ll offer to name our little 13’ Guppy after him. That might do it.

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Bobby's ball down the boardwalk
Bobby's ball down the boardwalk

My new best friend, Bobby, ten-month old former Carollton, Alabama squirrel dog, and current Waterhole Branch, Alabama lapdog, is on both counts a really smart boy. He aims to please, and loves to be right. Benny, who gave me Bobby, told me he didn’t fritter any of his time on city dog tricks like to sit or, say, fetch a ball. But just one strip of chicken jerky and he had the sit thing down pat. Then, earlier this week, I found a tennis ball. I picked it up and told Bobby, someday we’re gonna play this game, Bring Me the Ball. Oh, what the hell, I thought, rared back on the spot and threw it. Bobby turned into a black and white blur racing to claim it. How did he know the fuzzy green ball was prey, and why’d he bring it to me? And why oh why did I get such a kick out of the whole spectacle. I was fairly hooting. My daughter Emily came outside to see what was the matter with me. Probably some neighbors’ curtains were pulled back. What’s that social media shorthand, LMAO? So this morning at the Branch, on the deck with a cup of coffee, I wondered could we REALLY urbanize this new skill. Like chunk the ball down a boardwalk, not across the yard. Well...if it’s true that laughing boosts our immune system, this back-and-forth with Bobby, his tail-waggin’ and quick-legged show just might keep me around another twenty years.

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