Trying to Live Quietly Might Be A Virtue

We are part of a grand narrative

“Me and the miniature pony.” Photo: Johnpweiss.com

Once, when I was a young police chief at a community event, a miniature pony stepped out of a parked minivan and ambled over to me.

The owner of the pony parked his van at a nearby gas station. He ran up to me and said, “Sorry, she doesn’t always listen. Would you mind holding her, I just need to fill up the van.”