Into The Wild Water

Plus: Barbara Ehrenreich's mysticism, reincarnation, and old dogs, old men

Look, y’all, it’s dear old Roscoe. I picked him up for a custody visit yesterday. He’s 15 now, which is ancient in dog years. He’s senile (didn’t recognize me), incontinent, can’t see more than a foot in front of him, and can’t hear. When he finds a window, he barks, just to be on the safe side, in case there are squirrels outside. Broke my heart to hol…