CHARLIE CARD BLISS

July 5th, 2009

Dame1“We could go in on the Orange Line.”

It was the eve of the July Fourth holiday, Dickie had an appointment with a client in Boston, I was going along under my old creative director’s hat, and neither of us wanted to cope with the city’s holiday exodus. Still, Dickie looked doubtful.

“Do you know how?” he asked me.

“The only tricky part is finding a parking space at Oak Grove. Provided we can do that, it’s simple.”

The single benefit of the pre-holiday hysteria was that a few souls were escaping even earlier than usual from Boston, and there actually was a space in the Oak Grove parking lot. Read the rest of this entry »

GOT MICE? ADOPT A BARN CAT

June 30th, 2009

The tipping point came the morning she turned ovdancer05er the hay bale and found the rat’s nest. Rodents are almost a fact of life in buildings where feed is kept for livestock. She understood that. Still … rats! Realizing that even her immaculate grain room—pristine by most barn standards—wasn’t immune to rodents, she started the process of acquiring a pair of barn cats.

Now a barn cat is a different “breed” of cat, and fortunately, there are rescue organizations that recognize this and are dedicated to finding safe, comfortable homes for animals that can’t be house cats. The barn cat adoption program gives these former feline misfits a way to be productive, working members of society. Read the rest of this entry »

The Angel Who Stops For A Beer

June 15th, 2009

dancer04“The angel who is bringing me money stops for a beer.”

Thus does Mr. Doyle begin the story of his personal financial equilibrium.

“Seinfeld,” he explains, “has a belief that in the end, you end up even. For instance, if he were to lose twenty bucks on the subway on the way to work, somehow, by the end of the day, somebody will come to him and say: ‘Seinfeld, I’ve got twenty dollars worth of comp tickets. Take them!’”  Read the rest of this entry »

Because No Horse Is Safe From Slaughter

June 8th, 2009

Noir was found in a slaughter pen, waiting—although he didn’t know it—to be transported to Canada or Mexico where it is still legal to slaughter horses for food. A volunteer from New England Equine Rescue (NEER) spotted the black gelding. He was clearly bright. He had obviously been highly trained. And he also had sarcoids on his ear, sheath and chest. The presence of the sarcoids (cancerous growths) suggests the reason he was in the slaughter pen. Sarcoids are expensive to treat, difficult to cure and sometimes fatal. That an animal with sarcoids could even be considered as a food source, provides a peephole into that nasty world where horses are killed to provide “gourmet” meat to places on the globe where horsemeat is considered a delicacy.

NEER volunteers patrol the slaughter pens on bailout missions, looking for horses to save and hauling them into the rescue network. The black gelding was one of the lucky ones. Mary, his rescuer, called him The Trick Horse when she discovered that someone had taught him to bow, to beg and to rear on command and balance on his hind legs. That owner may have fallen on hard times and perhaps sold the horse to a new and less caring owner. His story will probably never be known. Horses in slaughter pens are acquired without disclosure, and fraud and misrepresentation are common. Read the rest of this entry »

Hair Raising

May 21st, 2009

Dame2I’ve just come from another library speaking engagement where I talked about alopecia and my book BALD AS A BEAN: The Experience of Sudden Hair Loss. Librarians like me. I suspect it has more to do with my willingness to speak for free than with my subject, however, BEAN usually draws a good crowd. A bald woman does have a fascination factor. In any case, I start my talk with a quiz—a tonsorial version of consciousness raising—which I call “hair raising.

This is the quiz: Read the rest of this entry »