Another American Adventure: Jubilee's new friend

Friday, August 13, 2010

Jubilee's new friend

Until we get a cable hook-up, I get to come to the clubhouse for online Internet. Jubilee usually comes with me. Today she's made a friend, Anthony, who is from Florida.

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Sally ClayAugust 14, 2010 at 3:48 AM
Hi Anthony from Sally in Lake Placid, Florida. Isn't Jubilee great?
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beth cioffolettiAugust 14, 2010 at 7:09 AM
I think that Anthony said he lived in Bonita Springs. He used to live up here and they were here for vacation! He left this morning :-(
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BarbaraAugust 14, 2010 at 8:22 AM
Boys and dogs seem to go together, don't they?

What breed of dog is Jubilee? He looks to me like some kind of wirehaired terrier. Or is he a mixed breed, a designer original?
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.