Memory is a tricky thing. As you get older, you become increasingly suspicious of your recollections. But in the video tape recorder in WC’s mind, the last news item on CBS one night in 1970 or 1971 went something like this: Scene: Reporter and Interviewee huddled under umbrellas in furious rain storm, standing ankle-deep in…
Since he was just a pup, about 30-45 minutes after wolfing down a Thanksgiving turkey dinner, WC would be asleep on the couch. In the late 1970′s, a physiologist who was WC’s Thanksgiving guest explained it as a reaction to all of the tryptophan in turkey meat. Just before he dropped off to sleep. As…
WC wonders how it is that the death of a golden retriever seems to inspire more more notoriety and outrage than the death of three young men. Flash was a 12-year old golden retriever. He was dognapped when the van he was riding in was stolen. Flash died a miserable death; he is believed to…
Sometimes even the most careful nature photographer can get a little over-excited at the arrival of spring. So many new subjects, everything green and growing and the implied promise of a fresh start. WC has taken something like 1,500 photos already this month. And there’s still a a week of this month to go. A few…
Yes, it’s true.1 A little beat up, but considering some pretty hard use, not bad. Many systems are still largely functional. Much better than the alternative. WC will celebrate with a nice supper. There will be a real blog post tomorrow. Mrs. WC gave WC a new camp stove. ↩
A wonderful bird is the pelican, His bill will hold more than his belican, He can take in his beak Enough food for a week But I’m damned if I see how the hellican – “The Pelican” (1910) by Dixon Lanier Merritt, misattributed to Ogden Nash.
Literally unpacking. The movers arrived today and WC’s new home is a chaos of cardboard boxes, packing paper and stuff. Maybe a real blog post tomorrow, in between times with boxes. In the meantime, here’s a very nearly appropriate photo. The Woodrat is more commonly known as the Packrat.
