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“Holy Moly, Batman. You’re So Direct.”

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My wife is like a crimefighter. She’s never afraid to speak her mind.

2/27/23

Have you ever heard the saying, “Do as I say, not as I do?” If you said yes, then I think you’re like most people. We’re not really hypocrites. We just occasionally say we’re going to do something we won’t actually do. But that’s not Donna. She lets you know exactly what she plans to do, and then she executes that plan. What a thoroughly refreshing, straightforward, enlightened, beautiful, sassy attitude. But it can be so annoying.

I say that because being married to such a doer like Donna means that I’m going to be pulled into most of her capers, whether I want to be or not. She’s like Batman and I’m Robin. Have you ever heard Robin say no to Batman? No, because if he did, he’d be kicked out of the Batcave. So, I tend to go along with her plans, even when I see trouble ahead. For example, when we first moved into the neighborhood, these oddball neighbors invited us over. But instead of telling Donna I thought it was a bad idea, I said okay.

Sure enough, after they ushered us into their home, they proceeded to carry on a shouting dialogue with someone in another room. Not once did they explain to us who they were talking to. It was like they were talking to a ghost only they could hear.

Fast forward to yesterday. When Donna told me that she wanted to walk down the street and meet our new neighbors, I was a little hesitant. Why force the issue? Why not wait until we run into them? But I made no effort to dampen Donna’s urges to be social.

As we neared the house though, and we saw one of the new neighbors in the front yard, I worried about what Donna might say. I quickly whispered to her, “Now, don’t let them think we’re coming over to be nosy.”

She passed me a look that said, “I got this—leave it to me.” Then she promptly hailed our neighbor with a big hello and said, “We’re your neighbors. We’re coming over to be nosy.”

I tugged on her sleeve as she doubled down on her greeting and added, “He didn’t want me to say that. But why shouldn’t we be up front with you?”

That’s about as subtle as Donna gets.

But instead of being insulted, the man beamed like he’d made a new friend at the playground and said, “Thanks! I appreciate that.”

Most people find Donna’s candidness delightful, but I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. I think it’s because our personalities are so different. According to Psychology Today, only about 18% of the population (people like Donna) score high on the assertiveness scale and deal with things head on. These people thrive on conflict. They will say what they think, don’t care who they offend, and are bold in their approach. Donna says what she means and means what she says. The remaining 82% of the population (people like me) tends to shrink away from conflict, would prefer not to address things, and tolerates bad behavior like yelling and cursing.

As it turned out, our neighbor was from New York, so he and Donna hit it off right away, probably because they were both very direct communicators. Within minutes they were openly complaining about the entire neighborhood. I couldn’t believe how quickly they trusted each other.

But I shouldn’t have been surprised. Getting people to open up to her is one of the reasons Donna is such a great realtor. Another reason is because she has a helper like me, a helper who’s not looking to move up in rank, a helper who’s happy to be her Robin.

What kind of personality do you have?

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If You Play Hard, You Sleep Hard

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Let’s give ’em something to talk about. Ma’s party favors were a big hit.

2/27/23

I just woke up, and I can’t believe how groggy I am. What day is it? Oh, gosh. Did I sleep our trip to New York? Oh, we just got back? Well, that explains why I slept so hard.

Seriously, our weekend was packed with excitement, but it’s good to be back home. I’ve managed to unpack my luggage (barely), but there’s no way I’m going to be able to unpack all the memories from this weekend’s birthday celebration.

They say the sign of a good party is how much time you spend thinking about it afterward. If that’s the case, then Ma had a great birthday party, because it’s only been a day and I can’t stop reminiscing.

Aside from Ma’s health scare, and maybe because of it, I think we all found reason to give thanks for the family and friends in attendance. For those who couldn’t make it (and you know who are), we missed you. But that just means we’re coming over to your house for the next party. You here that everyone? [Insert name here] said it’s okay for us to go to their house for the next one.

It would be an understatement to say that Ma’s party was full of surprises. Among them was the location. I don’t specifically mean the Radisson New Rochelle. I mean New Rochelle in general. Visitors to New York get so obsessed with spending time in Manhattan that they overlook the experiences you can have outside the city. Yeah, Manhattan’s got a million things to do, but it’s got little-to-no street parking and rats inside any spaces you find. And let’s not forget the cost of going out in Manhattan. According to a 2023 study, New York City has the most expensive price tag for a night out ($230), followed by Los Angeles ($207), and San Francisco ($198).

So why not save a few dollars and spend time in Westchester County the next time you’re in town? You might be surprised like we were by what goes on in places like the Radisson New Rochelle, which, apparently, everyone else in New York except us knew was a hot spot.

But we should’ve known it was the place to be when we discovered live music in the lobby lounge on Friday night. Then Saturday came, the night of Ma’s party down the street in the catering hall, and the place really got jumping. I kid you not. Even the EMTs who responded to our 911 call for Ma seemed to be regulars. I caught one of them shadow dancing with himself as another tapped his feet to the sound of Ma’s pulse.

“Her pulse is strong and steady,” he said. “No, wait. I think that was the song that was playing. Let me do it again.”

Ma’s a diabetic, so she’s got to be careful about her blood sugar. So, I’m glad the paramedics gave her a thorough checkup. But they should’ve seen her just hours before, dancing up a storm at her birthday party. When I turn 80, I hope I can do the same. But I’ll probably be lucky just to know who I am. (“What did you say? I’m a world-famous blogger? Since when did that happen?”)

I’m sure Ma was a little embarrassed that she fell and people fussed over her. But I wouldn’t worry about it, Ma. I think what really happened is that you got up a little too fast from your chair to dance, and you accidentally put a little too much electricity into your Electric Slide. It happens all the time.

#whoamIagain?

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Call 911 For a Good Time

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An after-party shouldn’t include a visit from an EMT crew.

2/26/23

The long-awaited, much anticipated 80th birthday bash for Ma was a real barn-burner. But it’s in the books now, and those books have been boxed up, marked CONFIDENTIAL, and placed in a vacuum-sealed vault. I’ve been sworn to secrecy by the City of New Rochelle and been advised under penalty of incarceration not to reveal the particulars of yesterday’s events. But that’s never stopped me from talking before, so here goes.

There’s no other way to say it. Ma’s birthday party was spectacular. It had it all: unlimited libations, scintillating catered food, the smooth stylings of DJ Jazzy Paul, performances by the finest line dancers in the New York Metro area, and an appearance by a special White House envoy. Love and fellowship were on full display as family and friends lifted a glass and wished Ma many more happy years. Then the cake was brought out, and even more food and wine were consumed as a rendition of “I Can’t Complain” was sung to Ma. It was a fitting way to end the celebration.

But the thing about ending a celebration is you really have to commit to ending it at some point. Someone’s got to put on their pajamas and say, “Enough is enough. I have to take my medication now.”

If you only pause the celebration and then resume, that’s called an after-party. When someone suggested that we hang out in the hotel lobby and keep the party going, someone really should have consulted the birthday girl. Someone should have asked, “Is 80 really the new 40?”

Witnesses to the incident that ensued at the after-party all saw it differently. Some people said Ma get up from her chair too fast. Some said she walked by the front door just as an ill wind blasted through the hotel. Yet others said they could have sworn they heard someone challenge her to a race.

Regardless of why she chose that moment to stretch her legs, something inside Ma said, “I don’t actually feel like stretching my legs.” When she tumbled backward and struck the floor, everyone rushed to her aid. As Paul and Israel scooped her to her feet, Ma assured them she was uninjured. Crisis averted. Two seconds later it was un-averted when Ma legs gave way again and she had to be carried to a nearby bench.

And that’s where she was when I saw her, eyes closed, body limp. Cries of “Call 911,” rang out. This wasn’t the kind of birthday celebration I was used to. Within minutes emergency personnel arrived, first one, them two, then seven. New Rochelle is a small city. The emergency workers who came to Ma’s rescue may have represented all that New Rochelle had to offer.

As they surrounded Ma, testing her ability to sit up, they looked for signs of consciousness. Finally, after terrifyingly tense moments, they breathed a collective sigh of relief when Ma began to move. She opened her eyes, looked at all of us and said. “I have to go the bathroom.”

Okay, so it wasn’t “Keep hope alive.” But it was the spark that everyone needed to feel better about Ma’s recovery. As she rose to her feet with help, she was able to walk outside and to be properly examined inside the waiting ambulance. Thankfully her numbers were within the margins, all except for one. Her blood sugar was through the roof at over 300. (Okay, who offered her that last glass of wine?)

But I’m happy to report that as of this writing, Ma is feeling much better. It should surprise no one that she declined a birthday ride in the big red truck last night. Her birthday ended with her being tucked into bed surrounded by the people who love her.

You really know how to throw a party, Ma. But the next time I have an opportunity to see a live action/adventure show, it better be at a place like Universal Studios and not at your next birthday party.

#pleasantdreamsMa

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New Rochelle, New York

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The sign in the lobby of the Radisson New Rochelle greeted Ma on her birthday.

2/25/23

Today is Jacqueline Hammonds’ birthday. We call her Ma. We’re planning a massive party for her later today, here in the city where she was born, New Rochelle. If the name sounds familiar, you may recognize it from the ’60s The Dick Van Dyke Show. It was where Rob and Laura Petry lived.

But that was TV. Ma knows the real New Rochelle like she knows the back of her hand. For years she worked as a New Rochelle postal worker, sorting the mail before moving on to work the window at the post office. (Can you imagine asking Ma for a roll of stamps?) As we drove around yesterday, she recited the names of the streets for us, demonstrating that she still has that crackerjack memory that made her such a valuable postal worker, because as Newman from Seinfeld likes to say, “When you control the mail, you control… information!”

That must be nice. But what I wish Ma could control today is the weather. The snow starting early this morning but didn’t accumulate, as you can see from the video I shot. As you can also see, my videographer skills could use some improvement. Sorry about my reflection in the window.

We knew there would be some snow today, but we’re hoping nothing more comes down. Either way, we’re going to have a party. Folks have come from all over the country for this, and we’re expecting a good turnout. Ma’s favorite color is purple, so Donna packed my purple socks. Even the pay phone booth in the lobby of the hotel we’re staying in, the Radisson New Rochelle, is aglow with purple.

So far our experience at the Radisson has been both good and bad. But the pizza we had yesterday at nearby Patsy’s, and the food and drink we had at NoMa, the hotel lounge/dining room, got us off to a good start for this birthday weekend celebration.

Now let’s see if we can close the deal out. Happy snowy birthday to Ma.

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Newark Isn’t New York

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As our plane prepared to land, I could see the New York skyline beyond the Jersey swampland.

2/24/23

To my New York friends and family, if any of you were in New Jersey this morning and saw what appeared to be me behind the wheel of a late-model Chevy Suburban driving on the New Jersey Turnpike in the area of the Newark Liberty International Airport, I just want to tell you that you haven’t gone crazy. Because I know you must be thinking, what would Michael be doing in Newark?

People visiting New York have their choice of three airports: La Guardia, which is closest, Kennedy which is further away, and then Newark, which is across the Hudson River and the least impressive. (Unless, of course, you’re impressed by large pools of brackish water throughout the airport.) So, if someone were visiting New York, why would they start their trip in Newark unless it was absolutely, positively, unavoidably necessary to do so, and what occasion would force such a decision? In my case, what if I told you I was in town for a very special birthday celebration?

“So, then that WAS you behind the wheel of that Suburban?” you must be saying. But what kind of a celebration would convince you to rent a car bigger than your living room? That seems so un-Michael. I agree, but it’s true. I flew into an airport no one should fly into, rented a behemoth of a car no one should drive, told no one but a select few that I was coming, and now have no one but you, dear audience, to confess to.

If you didn’t know that Donna’s mom was having an 80th birthday bash this weekend, don’t be upset. The invite list has been kept hush hush for weeks. But all the big muckety mucks are going to be there. So how could I say no to an invite like that, even if it meant flying into Newark Airport on the last seats available this weekend into the Metro area?

Actually, Newark Airport isn’t so bad, considering it’s been open since October 1, 1928 and is the nation’s oldest airfield. I just wish they had a better name. Newark Liberty International Airport sounds a little too pretentious for the third most popular airport in the area. FYI, the word “Liberty” was added to the airport’s name in 2002 to honor United Airlines Flight 93, which left from Newark on September 11, 2001.

The terminal we passed through today, Terminal A, was surprisingly modern and clean. So, Newark may one day have an airport the New York area can be proud of to co-opt. I just wish the airport had more sophisticated artwork than a big “NJ” in the middle of the new terminal. If people don’t know they’re in New Jersey, maybe you shouldn’t tell them.

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The Movies

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It was out of date the day they built it.

2/23/23

I received an email from my local movie house today, and my eyes were immediately captured by the subject line. (Note to any cybercriminals who may be reading this: I’m a sucker for emails related to the movies. That’s where you should put your worst computer viruses.) The email said, “Summer is coming! Take the kids to see their favorite movies for only $1.”

My eyes glazed over. When my kids were younger, I used to love taking them to see the latest Disney movie. We never had a bad time. Of course, that was in the ’90s when Disney dominated. Nowadays, not every film studio has the budget to compete with Disney’s animated features. But I love seeing what kinds of movies other studios are making and looking at animated movie posters. As an artist and an artiste, I’m always curious to see the direction animators are taking us. (Did you know there was an difference between an artist and an artiste? An artist paints, draws, sculpts, makes a film, or is skilled with something involving perception and the use of their hands. Because writing used to be done by longhand, writers and poets are also known as artists. An artiste is a professional entertainer.)

Anyway, me being the multifaceted person who I am, I opened up the email I received from Epic Theatres and read about their promotion.

The actual name of the movie theater is Epic Theatres of West Volusia-Deltona. That’s a lot of name for a building stuck out in the middle of nowhere. But I’m not complaining. Deltona may not have much, but at least we have a movie theater. I just wish it didn’t have such a pretentious address: 939 Hollywood Boulevard. No one’s going to mistake Deltona for the moviemaking capital of the world. And no one’s going to mistake Epic Theatres for anything other than what it is: a mom-and-pop movie theater. Their website says that the building has 12 screens, but I suspect that includes the computer monitors in the manager’s office.

Built on a cow pasture, our expectations were low when the theater opened Christmastime in 2011. As Deltonans, we weren’t sophisticated enough to know whether stadium leatherette rocking chair seating was a good thing or not. Rocking chairs sounded kinda’ cool, and “leatherette” at least had the word “leather” in it. So, for a moment, it seemed like we “might’ve maybe” been on the cutting edge.

But unbeknownst to us, most theaters on the planet had already begun to install those big, comfy reclining seats. In early 2011, AMC decided to try out a concept it had seen in some European chains. It added plush recliners to four of the 12 auditoriums at the AMC Lakewood Mall theater outside Tacoma, Washington, reducing capacity in each by two-thirds. The reconfigured auditoriums operated alongside unrenovated ones, as a controlled experiment. Ticket prices initially remained the same. AMC noticed that some customers were making movie decisions based on which auditorium had the reclining seats rather than the movie itself. Ticket sales rose for weeknight showings, a typically dead time for most theaters. A traditional movie theater sees attendance decline 1% or 2% a year as the facility ages. But attendance overall at Lakewood doubled within 18 months of all auditoriums getting the recliners.

In 2014, AMC said it would take the reseating strategy nationwide and spend $600 million to revamp 1,800 auditoriums, about a third of its total at the time. Many of the multiplexes built in the late 1990s were operating with 15-year leases. When they came up for renewal, movie theaters pointed to the success of renovated auditoriums in negotiations with landlords. At Regal Cinemas, executives held “catch-up” meetings to discuss how to replicate AMC’s model.

Which means that Epic Theatres got left behind. I know that now. But at least they’re trying to keep up with the big movie houses. And who knows, maybe that $1 summer kid movie campaign thing might really take off? If each parent took their kid a million times to see at least one of Epic’s animated features, Deltona might even get reclining chairs eventually. But with our luck, it’ll be at the same time other theaters are getting bed seating.

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Metal Detecting 101

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Some people retire to search for buried treasure.

2/22/23

For no particular reason other than because we could, we traveled to Daytona Beach yesterday. The temperature was about 70 degrees F, which is ideal for a picnic on the beach. But would the beach be open for business? We’d heard discouraging stories about damage to storefronts and buildings in the wake of Hurricanes Ian and Nicole, so we decided to see for ourselves.

But lunch was first on the agenda, so we stopped at Johnny Rockets, which is located on the second floor of the Ocean Walk Shoppes plaza. Business was light, and only two people appeared to be working, but that’ll change as soon as spring break begins in a few weeks. And I’m sure Johnny Rockets was packed this past weekend for the Daytona 500. Life in Daytona is either boom or bust. The jukebox on the counter is a reminder of that. Trends come and go, but the classics are here to stay.

Out past the band shell, we started walking along the boardwalk. The damage caused by Hurricanes Ian and Nicole in September and November was apparent. Officials say that the hurricanes’ pounding waves and strong winds damaged several areas along the sea wall. Everywhere we looked, metal staircases were roped off, necessitating the use of wooden staircases to provide access to the beach. We set our lawn chairs a short distance from the Daytona Beach Main Street pier and promptly chilled out.

The sun was warm, but the water was cold. Few people ventured into it. Otherwise, life went on as usual at the beach. Parents played with their kids, teens tossed footballs around, and metal-detector professionals detected for metal.

What was that last part? Sweeping metal poles in a side-to-side motion, the metal detector people were out in force. They all look the same in their sunglasses and big, floppy hats. But their most distinguishing feature is the metal rod attached by Velcro to one arm. We watched as one such individual methodically march his way across our path, searching for what I assumed were valuables left behind by beachgoers. I’d heard a rumor once that metal detecting was a lucrative business. So, after we finished lunch, we engaged the man, hoping to uncover all of his secrets.

To protect his identity, let’s just call him Morty. Morty was extremely friendly but preferred not be filmed. When we asked him how sensitive his equipment was, he proudly answered that it was the finest piece of equipment on the market. That’s when he explained that the manufacturer of his detector sponsors him to do what he does, which is to create YouTube videos about the kinds of objects he finds. I confirmed his channel, and I’ll share it as soon as “shy” Morty gives me his permission.

But nothing on his YouTube channel was as fascinating as the man himself. It was Morty’s first time in Florida, so he was like a kid in a candy store. So much beach to cover. In his previous life he’d been a California corrections officer, which was a brutal job. He much prefers his current job, he said, roaming the country creating videos for his sponsor.

When Donna dropped a quarter into the sand and asked for a demonstration, Morty showed us what the monitor displays when metal is detected. But it’s also about the sound. Morty pointed to his earplugs and told us that the machine makes an extremely loud noise when it gets a hit. The detector is very sensitive, he said. But is it ensitive enough to find eyeglasses? We told him that Leah had lost her glasses about a year ago when a wave sucker had punched her from behind. Morty said his detector can find even plastic-frame glasses because glasses have metal hinges.

Like I said, he was very proud of his trade and looking forward to exploring Florida. He’d heard that ancient wrecks along Florida’s coasts sometimes yield amazing finds, including gold and silver. He told us that one gold coin could be worth as much as $60K. I researched his claim and discovered that a treasure hunter off Vero Beach found a coin two years ago worth $98K.

Naturally, after she heard that story, Donna offered to buy me a metal detector. She’s generous like that. But I think I’ll stick with blogging for the moment. There’s an artistry involved in chronicling information for people. And if a rich sponsor wants to throw money at me to start a YouTube channel for them, I’m all ears.

Until then, you can find me at the beach, creating content for free. Check out the cool video below of the underside of the Main Street pier and tell me that’s not a sight worth filming

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The Alligators Are Taking Over

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Try mowing your lawn with a gator sitting on it.

2/21/23

As we start packing our bags, getting ready for our next trip, I’m increasingly reminded about the dangers in travel. This morning I heard about an accident caused by a speeding driver intentionally going the wrong way on a Florida Panhandle highway. The driver was arrested after she tried to walk away from the accident. The arresting officer reported that the driver blamed the car that got in her way, stating it was “their bad.”

The right-way driver suffered “significant but non-life-threatening” injuries. Imagine driving down the highway, doing everything correctly, and ending up in a game of highway bumper cars. But you don’t even have to get into your car to face mortal danger in Florida.

Yesterday a 10-foot alligator was captured after it fatally attacked an 85-year-old woman in Fort Pierce, Florida. St. Lucie County Sheriff’s Office released footage showing the capture at the woman’s retirement community, where she was walking her dog when the attack happened. Neighbors said the gator lunged out of the water and grabbed the woman. A short time later, trappers found the gator lurking at the bottom of the lake and pulled it out.

The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission is reportedly investigating the incident. I don’t know what investigating entails. But a friendly piece of advice for the Commission: If you put together a gator lineup and they all deny committing the crime, the gator with the person in their stomach is the guilty party.

But I hadn’t even finished digesting that story when I heard about another crazy alligator sighting, this time in New York City. Wait. NYC? In the wintertime? I couldn’t help but think, “Is this some kind of joke, or did someone mistake someone in a Barney suit for a gator?”

But the story is as real as a heart attack.

The four-foot-long alligator was found in a lake in New York City at Brooklyn’s Prospect Park, the NYC Department of Parks and Recreation reported. The animal was first spotted Sunday morning by park maintenance staff, who then alerted the department’s Parks Enforcement Patrol and Urban Park Rangers.

Those rangers snapped into action to capture and transport the alligator before it could hurt anyone. How the alligator ended up in Prospect Park is still unknown. Officials haven’t publicly identified who might have put the gator in the lake, but I would be highly suspicious of any Florida Gator fans who might live in the Tri-State area.

The gator was said to be in “poor condition and very lethargic” when it was found. (Alligators tend to stop feeding when the temperature drops below 70 degrees and become dormant at around 55 degrees Fahrenheit.) It was later transported to the Bronx Zoo for rehabilitation. The zoo said the animal was under evaluation. But I don’t see what’s to evaluate. The gator is obviously depressed about being thrown in an ice pond as part of some TikTok challenge.

So, it seems that no matter what latitude I find myself in, whether in Florida or New York, there’s no escaping those blasted alligators. Aside from alligators taking over the planet, there’s only one thing that creeps me out more: Robots running amok. Heaven forbid someone should create a robot that looks like an alligator and it decides humans shouldn’t be in charge. Oh, gosh. Now I can’t get the image out of my head.

#what’syourworstfear?

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Catch a Tiger (or Cat) By the Toe

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The cat’s face says it all: Get me out of this cage. I want to speak to my lawyer.

2/20/23

After yesterday’s post about the proposed Florida bill that would impact how dogs travel in cars, I suppose it’s only fair that I should devote some coverage to cats today. It wasn’t my intention to write about them, but when you’ve spent part of a day chasing cats down, zigging while they zagged, and capturing some of it on video, it would’ve been a waste if I didn’t chronicle yesterday’s adventure.

So, we have this friend, who asked if we could help find a new home for two cats. They weren’t exactly her cats, but the cats couldn’t exactly stay where they were living either, since the roof over their head was being sold. Even though we’re not exactly professional cat wranglers, we volunteered for the job. As it turned out, I think we were exactly the right people for the job.

But for some added drama, Donna asked her ex-husband to join our team, code name: The Cat Whisperer. He has a ton of experience with cats. He advised us to bring lots of gloves. A catcher’s mask wouldn’t hurt either. These cats had never been away from their home, so we prepared ourselves for a struggle. The 30-second YouTube video below will give you some idea how well things started out for us.

Eventually, I put the camera down and helped with the cat chase. The confined space the cats were in worked to our advantage. Every time we chased the first cat down the stairs, it would reverse itself as soon as it got to the bottom and run back in our direction. Thankfully, its limited experience with the world meant it had limited experience with traps too. I couldn’t believe it when it ran straight into the open cage we put in its path. One down, one to go.

The second cat seemed more passive and less inclined to run, or so we thought. But when we walked up to it, it became like Spider-Cat. (Back off Marvel! That’s my idea.) We hadn’t counted on having to chase cats up walls. But after a few laps around the room, the cat fell prey to the same mistake its brethren had made. It ran into a soft-sided pet carrier, which we promptly zippered up. In the two short videos below, you can tell the cats still can’t believe they were outsmarted by a realtor and her two friends.

As we loaded each cat into the car, visions of new careers flashed in our heads. But the hard work was still ahead of us: convincing a pet shelter to take the cats. We crossed our fingers and drove out to a local shelter Darren had used in the past.

Warning: If you’re allergic to descriptions of bureaucratic nonsense, skip this paragraph. At the pet shelter we were asked 20 times for our addresses and IDs, as if we were running a cat trafficking ring. I expected to be fingerprinted and photographed at any moment. We were even asked to take the cats somewhere else, like to a shelter somewhere near where we lived.

“But you are a shelter near where we live.”

They were stunned by the logic of our argument. Frustrated with the shelter’s lack of willingness to help, we even threatened to leave the cats on their doorstep. It was just a bluff, but the shelter had heard it before. They reminded us that was a crime. But we refused to budge. We hadn’t become professional cat wranglers just to fail at our first job. Finally, after 20-minutes of trying to encourage us to go away, the shelter seemed willing to cooperate.

“We have this number. The guy at the other end of the line will help you. Tell ’em we sent you.”

It was like we were transacting a back-alley deal for some hot merchandise where nobody was supposed to give their real names. The number turned out to be a nonemergency number for the police. If the shelter wanted to see if our cats had prior arrest records, they could’ve asked us. Surprisingly, the police said they’d said send a car over to transport the cats to a place they knew…in a day or so.

Being a savvy persuader, Donna told the shelter the police were sending a squad car over right away to investigate the incident, which finally convinced the shelter to take some action. (It was as if she’d said the Godfather was coming over and all arrangements had better be right for his daughter’s wedding.) Without further delay, the shelter agreed to take the cats, and that’s when we made our hasty exit.

We’ll never forget the adventure we had with our whiskered friends, and we’re hopeful that the cats will eventually be adopted. But the sad reality is that there needs to be a better system for helping all the displaced cats in this country. Professional cat wranglers like us can only do so much.

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A Dog Bill

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Our dog Sophie know what she likes.

2/19/23

The moment we put our dogs in the back seat of the car, they instinctively know something’s up, something bad. Are we going to the groomer? Is it the doctor? Are we being sold to the highest bidder? Or are we going to the pet sitter again because mama and papa want to do another stupid cruise? Hello! News flash: The ocean is still where it was the last time you cruised.

The moment you put Pete and Sophie into the car, they start pacing and whining inconsolably. But if you open the windows for them, they calm down. Suddenly they’re transformed into teens riding in a limo on prom night. They just have to stick their heads out the window to enjoy the rare opportunity to explore. For dogs, it’s all about their noses.

Dogs have a much stronger sense of smell than we do, and they enjoy new scents. Sticking their head out of a car window makes it easier for them to take in everything at once. They especially enjoy sticking their head out when they’re in motion. That’s because air washes over them at a high speed—creating a pleasurable sensory overload. 

With the windows open, Pete and Sophie’s round eyes turn to thin slits and their tongues flop out of their months. I can tell that they’re happy. It’s like they’re suddenly high on life. But a Florida bill has recently been proposed that would effectively pull the plug on their doggy thrill rides.

Specifically, Bill SB 932 prohibits drivers from allowing a dog to put any part of its body, including its head, out a car window. Of course, the bill covers a range of other animal welfare topics too, including when an animal may be tethered outside. It also proposes to create a registry of known animal abusers to keep pets from falling into their hands. It even forbids drivers from driving with pets in their lap or transporting them on the car’s hood or roof, as if we need to be told not to do that.

Or maybe we do. Remember all the trouble Mitt Romney got into during his run for the presidency when it was revealed that during a family trip he drove 12 hours with his Irish setter inside a dog carrier attached to his station wagon’s roof rack? It was rumored he got the idea when his dog started barking at him, “Roof, Roof.”

Anyway, not being able to open my windows for my dogs bothers me a little, but I understand the safety issues involved, including having a dog fall out a window. The wind is also supposed to be harmful for dogs and can actually cause damage to the flaps of your dog’s ears over time. But the biggest threat to your dog is flying debris.

Experts point out that there’s a reason cars have windshields: to protect us from the dirt, dust, insects, rocks, and other objects that might be floating in the air. When you’re driving 60 mph, even a small rock can do big damage. You don’t want your dog to get injured by whatever your car kicks up. 

So, if the bill passes, it looks like I’ll have to have a talk with Pete and Sophie. I imagine the conversation will go something like this:

“Listen, pups. I know how you like sticking your heads out the window. But it turns out that Papa could get in big trouble if he allows you to keep doing it. And you wouldn’t want Papa to get in trouble, right? Pete, what are you doing? Pete take your paw off that control. I’m not kidding! Pete! Roll that window back up this instant.”

#thisisPete’sworld