Just when you think you’ve seen it all, along comes a black bear falling off a highway bridge and hanging on for dear ursine life to a concrete overpass arch near Donner Summit in the Sierra Nevada range.
Archive for September, 2007
A few months back I wrote about the good life. No, more than the good life, the fantastic life, top of the world, and how it might be enjoyed in Manhattan mid 20th century, by a star having life by the tail, living in tall cotton or deep clover.
That was a joie de vivre forged in talent and brawn, but there’s another so fleeting it barely happened and, as wonderful as life became, the crucial bond wasn’t forged on the musical genius that sustained it but on the most tenuous of connections: a shared sense of humor, and of charm.
Sometimes our possessions become so familiar and old hat that we almost stop seeing them any more; the furniture and books and appliances are so much a part of the fabric of our lives that we take them for granted. If this ever happens for you and you want to see things anew again, just get a puppy. Fifty to sixty pounds of five-month-old black labrador mix, like our Edie, will do just fine.