Friday, July 17, 2009
Melchizedek, Scrabble
I met my two first live NYC rats this week--a couple of kingly fellows nibbling in a park not long after dusk. And I'm glad to know they've seen me too; seen me nodding politely before going my way, like Sara Crewe in her attic, like Jo March in hers.
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5 maids a-milking:
Good to know the first encounter was a friendly one.
There is a terrific book by Robert Sullivan about the history of rats in nyc. I bet you'd dig it.
I was indecently excited when I saw my first NYC rat. He was oh so cute, nibbling in a pile of rubbish (garbage, if you will) on Broadway. I stopped and watched him and said hello and took his picture.
I had every single one of the Louisa May Alcott books. And an illustrated version of the Little Princess. Templeton comes to mind, but I suppose he was an agricultural rat.
I've always said hi the the rats who live in the Back Bay T station.
Justin was, perhaps, my favorite literary rodent.
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