It was a calm night at the ocean when I kindled this fire by the dunes. It’s a cherished memory, sitting there in the dark and silence, listening to small waves roll in. Doodles was snuggled into a down throw and covered with a windbreaker. It was 2007, Jonesy’s last full year. He was old and failing so I’d left him warm and cozy in the hotel. If I recall correctly, the thermos was full of mint tea.