Down at the county jail, they`re praying for Posh. At a Wisconsin seminary too
(LA Times Books)

In last week´s sermon, we discussed how I´d fallen out of bed, banged my head on the Old Testament and the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, before landing on the carpet that the 300-pound beagle had ruined over the years. It was like landing in Dante´s Seventh Circle. I was OK, bounced right...