I write today about a life, a time, and a place that is not well known outside of the Bronx. The life is one mouse, the time is the present, and the place is the hole in the wall of the home of a certain Mr. Keppler, Gene Keppler. The mouse wishes not to bother anyone, but rather just live his life as plainly as Mr. Keppler lives his. Any other ordinary mouse would not be worthy of mention in this blog, but this is an extraordinary mouse with an extraordinary tale to tell. I am the teller of tales, so I will tell the tail of the mouse with a tail and tale. Read on, for the adventure has just begun...
Continued soon...