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Archive for May, 2007

The mockingbirds are singing their fool heads off. They like the tops of trees, and one has staked a claim on a scrawny oak near our parking spot, singing to beat the band as I park and let the dogs out for our morning walk. The pups scramble off and begin sniffing bushes — their daily morning “read”: the doggie digest, the canine chronicles.
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“We’re Yankees fans. New York is supposed to be in the world series,” their eyes half-close as Yankees fans say these things, in smug self-satisfaction. This winter I had several Yankee fans explain their version of baseball reality to me this way.
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Malcolm Cowley wrote a wonderful introduction to a collection of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s stories where he describes the cultural changes that struck America in the 1920s. It was a sharp rift. The young kids of the Jazz Age felt the older generation was morally bankrupt on issues such as women’s suffrage, prohibition, and the war.
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It was gorgeous this morning, just after dawn. Across the bay, wispy clouds were trickling over the peninsula range and down valleys into suburbs. The water of our little cove was tranquil, most of the migrant birds are now long gone. A few cormorants, the usual gulls, one scoter. A little gaggle of mallards was on the pier, but no harbor seals.

A killdeer was giving Edie the broken wing act, so I had to monitor her a little bit. All her hunting instincts kick in, and Edie does not need killdeer chick to supplement her diet. (“Aw, dad dog, just one?” “No.”) She wags in pitiable supplication, then is distracted by the next scent, and romps off.
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We have a German shepherd mix (the mix probably something like greyhound — see what you think here) who has gone from young and fleet to acting like an old guy remarkably fast — it might be one of the fastest trips through middle age ever made.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald called it “the separator.” Ernest Hemingway, characteristically, called it “the bullshit detector.”
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I walked the dogs Sunday morning along the south shore of the old Alameda naval air station, and met a people-watching harbor seal.
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