Joe Biden came to Manhattan for a couple fundraisers last week, which gave the NYPD a fine excuse to close off as many streets as humanly possible, which is why some people go into lawenforcement — for the chance to make civilians stand behind barriers — and there I stood, looking at York Avenue, abandoned except for a few cop cars, lights flashing.
Over the weekend the first Saturday evening of the “Fall in Love in Granite Falls” event took place.
The great debate continues over Flaco the eagle-owl spotted recently flying around our home on New York’s Upper West Side, a year after he got loose from the Central Park Zoo: should he continue to roam the city freely, feeding on rats, or should he be put back in captivity for his own welfare?He’s a big bird, six-foot wingspan, bright orange eyes, and he’s gained a considerable fan base, most of whom are rooting for him to be free.
When you read or listen to the news, do you ever get the feeling that we should all just don capes and decoder rings and hit the streets defending our communities from injustice, inequity, and all that ails humanity?
We don’t know what we don’t know.
It’s good to know what true misery is as opposed to irritation, frustration, or annoyance, and now, thanks to influenza B, I am clued in.
With the warmer weather, the dog has had many more opportunities to explore the great outdoors.
There is a detective story by Lemony Snicket called, “Who Could That Be at This Hour?” and in the book is a character called Dashiell Qwerty who is quoted as saying, “They say in every library there is a book that can answer the question that burns like a fire in the mind.” My immediate thought, “But what if that book is banned from your library?” Americans should be trusted to make their own decisions about what they and their children read.
Winter can hit a person hard and when we drop down to zero and below and the wind is out of the north, I walk the deserted streets, no sign of civilization, just blinking red lights, and come home and see in the window the reflection of a wreck of a man, and I think, “Nobody knows you when it’s ten below.
It never fails to amuse me when dogs act somewhat human.