I didn’t know what a Dodo was, so I asked my grandfather. He didn’t know, either, but he had a book of extinct species, so we looked it up. From that moment on, I was utterly smitten with the Dodo - a condition that worsened over time as my grandfather concocted story after story about how, before they went extinct, the Dodos used to run footraces up and down the railroad tracks next to our ranch and how they used to build their gigantic floating nests on the fish pond out of old life vests and wine corks.
“The beaches when I was a child were stacked with mounds of dead redwoods. There are less carcasses. The logging is less and what there is is less wasteful.”
So bon voyage, Jonny. Happy birthday and safe travels. I look forward to reading about your Lost Bird adventures in
Goodness knows we need it.