
A running man rounds the corner just as I clear the end of
a dark building and my fists tighten and pulse raises - I am preprogrammed to
flee or fight just like any survivors in my pre-human gene pool. Jean walks past a designer’s shop on 5th
Ave. and an ancient bit of leftover aquatic brain draws her to a shiny thing in
the window. Her head turns just
like a bigmouth bass watching a #4 Rapala lure.
She tries the door but the
sign says, “Temporally closed for client consultation.” I pump my fist in salvation - but no
... the sales lady ends my celebrations by unlocking the door.
She and Jean do the sell/buy dance but
I am more mesmerized by the “consultation” going on behind. A grown woman showing laptop photos of
her pet to help this big-time New York jewelry designer come up with a silver
and stones collar for ... her DOG!

And that is why I put the
“quotations” around “lower”
animals. Oh look - there is a cool
hardware store.
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