Innocence of Ears

One morning I was writing out on the deck when this little guy dropped in. He literally dropped in, tumbling over the fence and landing in our Adirondack chair. A little later that day a bigger bear wearing a tracker collar sauntered up the alley. As a little boy growing up in Greenville, South Carolina, if someone had told me that one day I would live in a place where bears casually strolled through my neighborhood, I would’ve never believed them.