Several Thousand...taking to the streets soon...
Photos, entertainment, progressive politics and whatever else there is plus travel commentary by Dan Evans.
|On Sunday we attended the patrons' private champagne reception in between acts of Verdi's Don Carlo at the historic Academy of Music in Philadelphia. The reception was held in a beautiful hall on the second level of the building.|
Masa is a fine Japanese restaurant that I have enjoyed for many years when visiting York, PA. Recently, they closed so that they could renovate and expand thier facility. They also added a full bar. The food is delicious and so I tend to gravitate there at least a couple of times when I'm in York.
A Cardinal at the feeder in Cherry Grove
It's apparent to me now that my own health challenges and long recovery from difficult surgery delayed my reaction to the loss of my beloved animal companion Bradley. This past weekend at the beach house, I couldn't get his loss out of my mind. As I took my familiar walks, the very same walks that Bradley accompanied me on so many times over the years, I saw him, and sorely missed him in my mind at every corner and at every familiar spot. There is a name for this phenomenon. It is called delayed or unresolved grief. The pain is real and perhaps stronger given the tendency to minimize the health problems Bradley was having in favor of remembering only the good, healthy times. Our friend Louise wondered if I would get another dog so that I would have a companion on my walks. For a number of reasons, getting another dog is problematic. But also problematic is the loneliness and the empty feeling I have now without a dog by my side. I've always enjoyed canine companionship in my adult life. Perhaps I've depended on them too much to be my companions and friends. Perhaps my delayed grief will pass, and I won't feel the emptiness and hurt on those late summer afternoons when Bradley and I used to go to the beach, take walks, play in the waves and fetch the ball. Perhaps, but right now I doubt it.
Jim's favorite photo of Bradly on Fire island
I'll be opening the Fire Island beach house this year without my buddy Bradley. We had to say goodbye to Braddy in February. The ravages of old age...arthritis, incontinence, and confusion detracted from his quality of life. It's always difficult to part with an animal companion, but Dan courageously did the right thing. We're both still grieving and it will take some time for us to get closure. In the meantime we're trying to concentrate on the great life he had and the many special memories of him that we will always treasure. Each of our beloved animal companions has a unique personality. Bradley was the most sweet-tempered, without a mean bone in his body. He was a little timid especially in the early years, but he opened up and became more outgoing as he aged. He was always a playful little guy. I enjoyed countless hours of play with him, throwing balls, sticks and a variety of toys for him to retrieve and return. He loved the beach. He played with a number of his canine friends on the beach year after year. While not a swimming dog, he loved to run and romp in the sand. He accompanied me to the beach and spent many days and hours under the beach umbrella. We enjoyed many, many long walks to the Pines and through the Sunken Forest on Fire Island, and in Fairmount Park in Philadelphia. He was a beautiful dog. We would often get compliments about him and questions about his breed (he was a mix.) He was unfailingly loyal and obedient. I never needed a leash with Braddy. He was always by my side and he always came when called. When I went snow sledding he would run along side me as I went down the hill. When I went in the water on Fire Island he would wait for me patiently, perhaps with some anxiety, until I returned from the water. He had a great relationship with two of our cats, our beloved Nikko, who died in 2010, and our current little sweetheart, Loki. He and Loki enjoyed many hours of playful sparring. So we have many wonderful memories of this special little dog. He had a long, wonderful life full of fun, and he was loved so much by his human companions. He was a lucky dog (he was a rescue,) and we were lucky to have cared for him and enjoyed him for 13-1/2 years.
Photo of Jim and Bradley by Bob Russell
Bradley and Nikko