For days I’ve been coming up with excuses to not write about retiring my Quarter Horse Huckleberry. A month ago I decided it was time he went to pasture. Wednesday the hauler pulled into the Los Angeles Equestrian Center early. There…

We don’t see much of our neighbors. Cruising in or out of the driveway, we exchange smiles or a nod.  If we’re particularly perky, we wave. On our block, the only thing to spark meaningful dialogue is a problem. My next-door-neighbor probably…