‘Featuring a darned good “Lutheran Lie”, if I do say so myself’
First thing Monday morning I took part in a nature walk in Central Park. Our little group was listening, rapt, to our leader, an architectural historian no less, when a rat the size of a healthy young chihuahua weaved its way between our collective feet and disappeared under an ornamental shrub.
No one flinched. Though our leader, after a beat, did say, “They’re okay off-leash until 9:00.” Continue reading