Post by godotwaits on Mar 25, 2012 11:08:46 GMT -5
So I was standing in LaGuardia awaiting a flight, as usual. It was listed as "Landed." Which means it was idling patiently on the tarmac waiting to belly up to the bar. So to kill some time, I'm
personally 'idling' by the Hudson News surveying the magazines. I see the new issue of Rolling Stone. Bruce Springsteen on the cover, yada yada. I flip through the pages. And then I see it. With no mention on the cover. "City of Strays," by Mark Binelli. Detroit. I have youthful memories of Detroit. I spent the 9th grade and half of the tenth living in Grosse Pointe and went into the city a lot. Took the bus. I was a newspaperboy for the Detroit News. I already had 4 yrs delivering the Memphis Press Simitar on my flimsy resume.
My father was a corporate gypsy and had taken a position of marketing manger for original equipment for teh United States Rubber Company (aka Uniroyal) and I was on the high honor roll in school and was attempting to write an assigned paper called the "Career" paper. I was fortunate. My paper was to be on journalism. And I gained free access to an actual reporter on the Detroit News. I'd go down on Saturdays and this dude out of the kindness of his heart let me follow him around all day as he tried to teach me the finer points of journalism. I can't remember much of what he told me, beyond being a witness to his countless interactions within the paper. I remember the "Who, What, When, Where and How" that was supposed to be composed within the very first sentence. I got an A on the paper.
One of my favorite things to do with my hard won earnings was to take the bus into Detroit and go see the movies. Haha. I saw Lolita with James Mason and Sue Lyon on the sly. And the popcorn! You'd never buy popcorn at the theater. There was this wonderful shop that popped the corn right there in front of your eyes and he would then mist it with a very fine butter spray. It was the best popcorn in the entire world served up in a brown paper bag. Detroit was cool1
Mr Binelli's article tells the story of dogs. It seems that within the urban decay of what is left of our famous auto city there are estimated to be 20-50 thousand stray and feral dogs roaming the wreckage of this once proud city. Abandoned dogs by people who moved elsewhere seeking refuge from the burnt out economy. Feral dogs born in the delapidated housing stripped bare of all copper. The hollowed out industrial buildings.
Well, I'm a sucker for dogs. It touched my heart. I put 5 bucks down on the counter and got my penny change. I recommend the article and welcome any of you wily folks to post the YouTube thing on this. It's out there somewhere.
I'm a Vietnam veteran. I was stationed on a base camp in Dong Tam with the 9th division about 50 miles south of Saigon in the Delta right on the Mekong River. There were dogs everywhere. As you probably know, the Vietnamese eat dogs. So life wasn't easy. Dogs and monkeys had to keep their worry beads close at hand. The eating was good though for the dogs. There wasn't a single guy who wouldn't plop his leftovers when leaving the mess to the wash up building. The dogs were happy to see every one of us coming. And they thrived. Unfortuately they thrived too well. The were multidudes of them.
Now what a smart dog had to do was fall in love with the right guy, or have the right guy fall in love with you because then he would take you to the medics to get all your shots with a collar and a tag. The magical tag was a free pass plus a promise not to have rabies. And, of course, the Army was smart enough to know that to keep 'peace in the valley,' it was smart to let the slobbering fools have an outlet for their affections. And, of course the dogs knew the difference between the silhouette of black pajamas with a sampan hat and full blooded American dude in his jungle fatiques and booney hat.
But there were crowd of 'unadopted' dogs too. The Army decided they had to cull the herds. First they loaded all dogs without passes onto a convoy of 2 1/2 ton trucks and drove them 10-15 miles out of town. And like shards of displaced metal, they instantly returned to the magnet of Dong Tam.
Finally. They had to be taken over the berm and machine gunned to death. A hard story for them and a hard story for Detroit.
Gotta go. Another flight coming in...
personally 'idling' by the Hudson News surveying the magazines. I see the new issue of Rolling Stone. Bruce Springsteen on the cover, yada yada. I flip through the pages. And then I see it. With no mention on the cover. "City of Strays," by Mark Binelli. Detroit. I have youthful memories of Detroit. I spent the 9th grade and half of the tenth living in Grosse Pointe and went into the city a lot. Took the bus. I was a newspaperboy for the Detroit News. I already had 4 yrs delivering the Memphis Press Simitar on my flimsy resume.
My father was a corporate gypsy and had taken a position of marketing manger for original equipment for teh United States Rubber Company (aka Uniroyal) and I was on the high honor roll in school and was attempting to write an assigned paper called the "Career" paper. I was fortunate. My paper was to be on journalism. And I gained free access to an actual reporter on the Detroit News. I'd go down on Saturdays and this dude out of the kindness of his heart let me follow him around all day as he tried to teach me the finer points of journalism. I can't remember much of what he told me, beyond being a witness to his countless interactions within the paper. I remember the "Who, What, When, Where and How" that was supposed to be composed within the very first sentence. I got an A on the paper.
One of my favorite things to do with my hard won earnings was to take the bus into Detroit and go see the movies. Haha. I saw Lolita with James Mason and Sue Lyon on the sly. And the popcorn! You'd never buy popcorn at the theater. There was this wonderful shop that popped the corn right there in front of your eyes and he would then mist it with a very fine butter spray. It was the best popcorn in the entire world served up in a brown paper bag. Detroit was cool1
Mr Binelli's article tells the story of dogs. It seems that within the urban decay of what is left of our famous auto city there are estimated to be 20-50 thousand stray and feral dogs roaming the wreckage of this once proud city. Abandoned dogs by people who moved elsewhere seeking refuge from the burnt out economy. Feral dogs born in the delapidated housing stripped bare of all copper. The hollowed out industrial buildings.
Well, I'm a sucker for dogs. It touched my heart. I put 5 bucks down on the counter and got my penny change. I recommend the article and welcome any of you wily folks to post the YouTube thing on this. It's out there somewhere.
I'm a Vietnam veteran. I was stationed on a base camp in Dong Tam with the 9th division about 50 miles south of Saigon in the Delta right on the Mekong River. There were dogs everywhere. As you probably know, the Vietnamese eat dogs. So life wasn't easy. Dogs and monkeys had to keep their worry beads close at hand. The eating was good though for the dogs. There wasn't a single guy who wouldn't plop his leftovers when leaving the mess to the wash up building. The dogs were happy to see every one of us coming. And they thrived. Unfortuately they thrived too well. The were multidudes of them.
Now what a smart dog had to do was fall in love with the right guy, or have the right guy fall in love with you because then he would take you to the medics to get all your shots with a collar and a tag. The magical tag was a free pass plus a promise not to have rabies. And, of course, the Army was smart enough to know that to keep 'peace in the valley,' it was smart to let the slobbering fools have an outlet for their affections. And, of course the dogs knew the difference between the silhouette of black pajamas with a sampan hat and full blooded American dude in his jungle fatiques and booney hat.
But there were crowd of 'unadopted' dogs too. The Army decided they had to cull the herds. First they loaded all dogs without passes onto a convoy of 2 1/2 ton trucks and drove them 10-15 miles out of town. And like shards of displaced metal, they instantly returned to the magnet of Dong Tam.
Finally. They had to be taken over the berm and machine gunned to death. A hard story for them and a hard story for Detroit.
Gotta go. Another flight coming in...