try_not_to_die raze when he bolted those cheap solar-powered lamps to two of the teeth on our shared fence, i worried they would light up the night in ways that might make it doubt its own voice. but their glow was as weak as their faces were bland. and nature found a way to rid itself of the interlopers. one beacon broke apart when i wasn't around to see it fall. i gathered what i could of the splintered glass and chucked it in the trash. the other light landed on his side of the railing. victim of a territorial dispute between rival squirrels. months later, he placed the same prop at the crest of the gate that leads to his back yard, half-shouting, half-singing: "try not to die this time." 240620 what's it to you? who go blather from