Cooper's tracks

We've had a touch of light snow during the past few days, enough to barely cover the ground. In places where last week's ice is still around, it's very slippery underfoot. In the fresh snow, footprints show up nicely.

The dog from across the street, Cooper, had been visiting my father's house. My father would save scraps of food and feed the dog from the back door. Cooper was tentative the first time I opened the back door to offer him a treat; he took the snack and backed away quickly. Now, we have several sets of Cooper's footprints circling the house. No one was home. Even if there had been someone at home, there's nothing left to eat.

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It was easy to stop the newspaper delivery, cancel the telephone service, and have my father's mail forwarded to my home. The cable company (Comcast), however, wins the trophy for Insensitive Business Practices. Even though all of the cable bills had been coming to me for the years that we had cable at my father's house and my SSN was on the account, I had to bring a death certificate to the Comcast office in Leominster to prove that he was dead so that I could stop the cable service that I was paying for.