Saturday, September 21, 2013
Smoky Hollow is a name and a place that invites legends.
It was a perfect place for Wolfy to die. He did so, two weeks ago.
But his ashes are not resting amid the hills and knolls he roamed and owned. It is an ache to the patchwork of lives who remain around the Hollow and who provided for Wolfy, his mate and pups.
“Where is Wolfy? I want to know,” said one of Wolfy's caretakers.
Read the full story in Sunday's Vindy on Page A2. Editor Todd Franko writes this piece.