January 23, 2009
DR. JAMES Gallagher, who is departing from the School Reform Commission, deserves public appreciation. Given the events within the district and the city over that period of time, Gallagher's seven-year term should be compared to dog years, counting for more than the actual years. He was one of the original members of the commission when the state took over the district in 2001, and helped preside over a sometimes raucous period of its reinvention. Gallagher is known for his push for charter schools, which, whatever your philosophy of education, has brought an important new level of choice for parents and students.
February 15, 1994 |
At midnight on Thursday, we rang in the Chinese New Year. Good riddance to a Rooster year - notorious for sending us on a harrowing ride to hell and back and then forcing us to start over from scratch - and welcome to the Year of the Wood Dog. Whenever the Dog comes to power, we can look forward to 12 fractious months of recovery. In Dog years, the weather calms down and the political climate heats up. Bill Clinton, born a Leo in 1946, is a Fire Dog. A Leo and a Dog: that's our president.
August 19, 1996 |
In the Wet Boxer Race, the idea was to put the boxers on backwards, leaving a spot for the tail. And in the Poop Scoop Relay, thank goodness the real stuff wasn't used, or the race might have been a little messy. About 100 competitors met at the field outside Liberty Fire Co. No. 1 here yesterday - an 80-something-degree dog day of summer. But these "athletes" were not typical sportsmen and sportswomen. These performers would probably return the favor of a perfect ear scratch with a tail bat and face lick.
July 8, 1986 |
I was watching the 11 o'clock news one night this week with my dog McGuire. He and I often watch the local news together, sharing, as we do, an interest in the events that shape our culture, and the set hadn't been on two minutes when just such a culture-shaping event appeared on the screen. Several hundred angry lesbians and gay men were demonstrating in San Francisco. The leader of the angry lesbians and gay men stood on an elevated platform in front of a microphone, trying to rip a legal document in half.
September 23, 1987 |
In a few days, I will "celebrate" my fifth anniversary, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. How well I remember that blustery autumn day in 1982, when I took the law into my own typewriter. "Dear Sir," I wrote to the State Department, "pursuant to Title 5, United States Code, Section 552, I hereby request access to the following documents. " Title 5, the Freedom of Information Act, says, "Each agency upon any request for records shall determine within 10 days after the receipt of any such request whether to comply and shall immediately notify the person making such request.
April 12, 1988 |
Hi. I'm Emily Elizabeth, and this is my dog. His name is Clifford. And this is my dad. His name is Norman Bridwell. He writes a series of children's books about my big red dog, Clifford. Clifford is no ordinary dog. He is 20 feet tall - the size of a two-story house - and eats whatever he wants. My dad is no ordinary children's book writer because this year Clifford is 25 (and that's 175 in dog years). There've been 41 Clifford story books, coloring books, home videotapes and cassette packages.
June 23, 1999 |
Recently, my wife and I went to the home of some friends for a dinner party involving three couples and numerous pets. Our hosts are fond of animals; they have a big herd of turtles living in a decorative pond outside, and three dogs patrolling inside. Actually, one of the dogs is only slightly more mobile than a shrub; he's around 47,000 in dog years and totally blind. He may in fact be medically dead. But dogs don't get all mopey over physical disabilities. This particular dog still maintains a productive routine, which consists of every now and then getting to his feet (this takes about an hour)
August 7, 1987 |
Put a dog, his master, and a Frisbee together in an open field, and let your imagination run wild. Does the vision of Mikhail Baryshnikov pirouetting on stage come to mind as your dog leaps up, hind legs swinging to the side, neck extended, to grab the plastic disc thrown by his master. Can you imagine the grace and force of Dominique Wilkins when your dog twists his body nine feet into the air to snatch a Frisbee, then land ever so softly on the ground? You can stop imagining.
January 16, 2011 |
Einstein discovered that time is relative, and I bet I know where he was when he figured that one out. On an elliptical machine. Five minutes never seemed so long as when I'm on the elliptical, which I started doing again because it's too snowy to walk the dogs. The dogs don't have to do the elliptical. They just watch me, and laugh. Ruby holds the stopwatch. There is nothing I can do to make time go faster on the elliptical. I have the TV on while I shuffle my feet and pump my arms, but my eyes keep straying to the glowing digital numerals of the clock on the console.
November 21, 2013 |
Peep was 10 when he was taken to the shelter. His family told the staff that they were moving and couldn't take the brown mutt, a boxer/pit bull mix. Now 13 years old, a senior citizen in dog years, Peep still is living in a spartan pen at the Animal Orphanage in Voorhees. At animal shelters, this is often the fate of older pets. Particularly during and immediately after the summer when the more sought-after puppies and kittens are born, older dogs and cats can languish the longest.