1. Walking the dog down Dryades Street one evening last week a guy in a hard hat asked what kind of dog Cairo was and after I told him and we talked about that for a bit, he said, “You know what I want, brah? What I want is to cross a hyena with a pit.”
2. Walking the dog this morning at sunrise, turning up First St. for home, I couldn’t help but notice the unrelentingly loud crow up on the power line. Then on the sidewalk ahead I saw an elderly neighbor with his back to us. As we approached him I said good morning and he turned, a bit bewildered, holding a wounded pigeon in his hand. He said the crow had it in for the pigeon and he didn’t know what to do with the pigeon. He asked if I had a bush he could leave the bird under. I said we’ve got two outside cats, that won’t work. I walked away, and I left him standing there with the wounded pigeon and the waiting crow.