Christmas memories, vol. 20
It's that time of year again. Time for you to learn more about how I ended up this way, how I've spent my Christmases lo, these last forty-odd years. This year I expect we'll have some sad ones - it's my first year with both my parents gone, and it's bound to make me kind of melancholy. Heck, I just started crying by the flatbread at Whole Foods because I used to buy it and bring it to my mom as a treat. But the thing is, the reason I miss my folks so much is because my life is filled with happy memories. They were people worth missing. I'm sitting in public right now, so I think we'll start off with something kind of innocuous. Public tearing-up garners worried glances, and I don't want to stress out that nice man at the next table who's selling Comcast subscriptions to unsuspecting callers who think he's in an office somewhere. (SECOND time I've see one of these guys out in a public place - last time it was in the waiting room at the tir...
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That photo is a brilliant historical document. In addition to capturing the fashion of a bygone era, it also reminds us that zoos used to be a simple collection of animals in cages, surrounded by lots of concrete.
Forgive me...
Lu, "skort" is a newfangled word. Those are culottes.
And you're right, Bubs. That is the Como Zoo, in fact, one that has tried to transform into a "habitat" one, but it is based on the cement/cage principle so there's a limit to what you can do, you know?
That zoo was evil. Look at those poor animals, ready to tear each other to shreds out of sheer boredom and frustration.
I think the beast in the cage is wondering what those two warm morsels would taste like with some Penzy's chicken seasoning and stock.