This is a story about a lot of things.
Things like bluebirds and Harbingers, ukuleles and fancy bicycles, old people, young people, poetry, weed and no-good boyfriends, digging through trashcans, painting, recycling, smoking and drinking, friends and neighbors, parties and Christmas gifts, stolen things and lost things, dancing, terrible singing, guilt, angry people and sad people, but also happy people, nursing homes, a large black dog named Moppy, tree-climbing and ice-skating, smiling, and above all, an old man named Humphrey.
Told from the fresh perspective of nine-year-old Lola Wosey.
Everything in this story came from my head. All of the characters, events and settings are fictional and are mine. You absolutely may not reproduce or use this book or any part of it. It's mine. Don't be a jackass about it. © R.M. Cage 2014, and all that.