perennial favorite pets
Something to contemplate as you read the Benjamin essays this week. It had to happen sooner or later--everything old is new again, perhaps.
NYT 8/28/06
METROPOLITAN DIARY
Dear Diary
On a recent sunny day as I was strolling up 54th Street between 10th and 11th Avenues, I crossed paths with an elderly woman who was walking ever so leisurely, in step with her unhurried, yet striking companion.
They turned heads and caught smiles, this woman and her — oh my, can it be? — enormous tortoise. A 14-pound, 20-year-old leopard tortoise named Szhou-szhou, as I learned when I stopped to ask.
What a sight. What a delight. My smile and I walked slowly back to work, forgetting for a few moments the rush of the city and hectic demands of the job.
Elizabeth Plowe
NYT 8/28/06
METROPOLITAN DIARY
Dear Diary
On a recent sunny day as I was strolling up 54th Street between 10th and 11th Avenues, I crossed paths with an elderly woman who was walking ever so leisurely, in step with her unhurried, yet striking companion.
They turned heads and caught smiles, this woman and her — oh my, can it be? — enormous tortoise. A 14-pound, 20-year-old leopard tortoise named Szhou-szhou, as I learned when I stopped to ask.
What a sight. What a delight. My smile and I walked slowly back to work, forgetting for a few moments the rush of the city and hectic demands of the job.
Elizabeth Plowe
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