We celebrated the birthday of one of the members of our writer's group, Jason, last night.
It was a nice warm evening. Spirits were high, maybe a too much so for some.
I loaded Jason into the back of my pickup, put his jacket on him, and he slept quite comfortably there while Marisa and I drove him home. We took a wrong turn and drove through a neighborhood about three blocks from his house, but he didn't seem to mind.
When we finally got him safely home and inside his house, I heard this strange noise. "Jason, I think your dog is growling at me," I said. He thought about it for a minute and then placed it. "That's my dad snoring."