We gather the dog and head out, walking the two and a half blocks to Armitage. We call it walking to town. We buy coffee and take Rizzo into the shops so retail workers can tell her she's beautiful. We talk about politics and our puppy. We walk in sunshine and Chicago winters and hazy rain. We walk home looking at the houses in the neighborhood. Our family walks to town. In my old age, if I lose my memory and unhook myself from the tether of time, these are the moments I want to resurface in. That I live the rest of my life inside these walks to town. Always with you. - Elizabeth to Kelly