MEMORIAL DAY
This morning at Starbucks I fell in love with this miniature Australian Shepherd; but, alas, he was spreading his affection around to anybody who would pay attention and gave me no more nor any less attention than he gave others...except one. Don't get me wrong. He is not a shallow, hail-fellow-well-met creature. He knows his duty and where his affection belongs. He is a "service dog" whose job it is to stay close to a fellow who sometimes has seizures. This remarkable dog recognizes signs when a seizure is about to begin, and he lets his human friend know when he must stop everything and take special medicine. When a seizure comes, he stays close to give comfort.
After only a few days this:
Then finally this:
ANTICIPATION
This "costume" was perhaps the most enigmatic of all outside the Convention Center where more than a hundred thousand people gathered this morning for Comic-Con. At first I thought she was carrying a whip in her right hand, but that bit of fantasy turned into a carrying strap for her bag. The lettering on the bag says, "MAKE LOVE, NOT TRASH." Of course, I was expecting WAR not TRASH. Was she going to or from making love not trash?
The Photo-du-jour is the empty T-shirt and blue jeans. I was riding my bike along the south side of the river from Ocean Beach back to Mission Valley and was startled to see the jeans and shirt up ahead in the dry grass. At first I thought there was a body in them. Hundreds of homeless people make the river bottom their sleeping place. Some of them were sleeping along the path in mid-day. I was told one day by a homeless person that she always slept in the day and stayed awake at night for obvious safety reasons. The third picture, "1-800 EAT SHIT," is the back of the T-shirt.
