Two days after I let Isaac go, one of my best friends ever (Gayle in Las Cruces) sent the following poem to me. I couldn't read it through the first time. It took a few attempts to get through the whole thing, because she NAILED it. It's true, she had never met him, but she knew him nonetheless.
Although I never met him I feel I knew him well,
That little goat called Isaac, from tales that Cindy tells.
How he came to be a member of the… Continue