It’s What’s for Dinner




“Thirteen hundred local and out-of-town Eagles gathered yesterday at Mountain Lake to partake of the sixth annual venison barbecue of the Gloversville aerie. 2,300 pounds of solid venison were consumed, or nearly two pounds to a man besides vast quantities of other goodies. It was stated by those who have attended the previous affairs of the kind that yesterday’s far surpassed them all, and was a huge, grand, ecstatic, overwhelming success.”

— News account found on the back of a clipped obituary tucked inside a book I bought at the Skaneateles Library book sale.


“I took him out to lunch at a Mexican restaurant with a girlfriend today, and he was very easy, shoveling in massive amounts of avocado, plain beans, flour tortilla. But on the way home he pooped, and from the front seat it smelled like a sick walrus had gone to the bathroom in the backseat, or died. When I got home I laid him on my bed to change him, and said, ‘Wow, honey! This one is the new gold standard,’ and he clapped solemnly.”

— Anne Lamott in Some Assembly Required (2012)