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Buddy the Wonder Pooch has come up
with yet another method of confounding his owner and it brooks concern with the
imminent return of his main antagonist, my Favorite Panamanian. Buddy, ever the
man of leisure, has a bad habit of climbing onto couches to rest his weary
body. It’s a trait he fine-tuned in Rhode Island under the tutelage of that
well known dog whisperer, the Great Aunt. His black fur combined with a black
lab’s native ability to shed is a very bad combination with the white couch we
have in the living room.
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To counter this couch climbing ability,
whenever I’m out of the house or even upstairs I always close the door to the basement
as he likes hanging out down there and even has his own Canine Cave under the stairs
complete with luxurious mattress. The last couple days I’ve come home for lunch
to find him greeting me at the door even though I know I secured the basement
door before leaving. He’s somehow figured out how to lean into the basement
door until it pops open. He hasn’t taken it upon himself to go upstairs and
avail himself of the beds but I’m sure that’s coming. Any lock I put on the
door runs the chance of locking myself in the Man Cave (not a bad fate but
lacking sanitary facilities). I’m sure a battle will brew once my wife learns
of Buddy’s new abilities.
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| Kelly Square |
Every now and then I like to write
about living in Worcester which I’ve truly come to enjoy. Worcester has a very
sour reputation with most of New England which probably stems from its history as
a gritty mill town. I’ve found its nothing like that and one of the best kept secrets
of central New England. There are some challenges though, especially if you’re
an outsider. There is no better example than Kelly Square. I travel through
that benighted intersection several times a day on my way to and from work. If you’re
not used to its idiosyncrasies it can be the stuff of nightmares. My Favorite
Son traveled through it on his way to see the new building and he showed up
pale and trembling. I nodded sagely at his condition and asked, “Kelly Square?”.
He told me I should have warned him.
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Kelly Square has no less than six
converging streets as well as two on and off ramps from an interstate highway.
It leads to a glorious sea of confused autos and trucks. There are no traffic
lights and its survival of the fittest. Strangely it seems to work well, as
long as only locals are involved. Throw in someone unfamiliar with it, like my
son, and chaos increases geometrically.
I went to see Power Rangers last night
mainly in ode to my son since I remember him raging about them when he was very
young. I invested a lot of money in action figures without ever being brought
into the mythology. Given that, I had no preconceived expectations about the
movie which I found very entertaining. The group of teenagers drafted into
roles in a galactic war were all appealing and well-conceived. Elizabeth Banks
steals each and every scene as the “bad guy” named Rita Repulsa (I’m serious).
It takes a while for the action to heat up but this movie works on a number of
levels. The last thirty minutes are some of the loudest I’ve ever experienced
in a movie theater which came in handy to drown out the annoying group of
teenagers a couple rows back intent on demonstrating their immaturity.
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| Beyond Words |
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