Seems I ought to share my day with you. There are days that just call out for the sharing and this was one of them. We live right in the middle of Europe, in the Czech Republic about eighty miles straight north of Prague, in the mountains that are snugged up against Poland. I pretend to be a writer here and people pretend to take me seriously. I walked Barkley, our six year old Labrador, late this morning, up along the creek road past our little local ski area and on up toward the reservoir. We haven’t been this way for almost a month, our tours instead up past the pension that stands several hundred yards above us, then circling