‘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.
Me, the morning after my Close Encounter of the Rattus Kind. (Those are actual dogs frolicking in the background)
No one flinched. Though our leader, after a beat, did say, “They’re okay off-leash until 9:00.” Continue reading