Alas I have no pictures this week. That’s because the topic at hand may, or may not be all in my head. If you recall a few weeks ago I lamented about not having my camera with me when I saw an honest-to-goodness, gen-yoo-ine Pink Cadillac like Bruce Springsteen sang about. If you missed that post take a look.
Well, this is getting spooky. Last Friday I was setting out on my daily lunchtime walk around the office park where I work, and while I was still in the lobby what should glide past the glass double doors but – the elusive Pink Cadillac. I ran out but it had disappeared around the corner.
Yeah yeah, I can hear you. “Virginia, it’s all in your head.” Spare me, I grew up hearing that. Let’s not go there
On second thought – let’s do go there – to my high school years. I used to leave for high school early. Living in New York City, specifically Manhattan, meant you were on your own getting to school. Sure you got a reduced fare bus pass but there were no school buses except for the disabled. What this meant for me since I lived on West 150 street and my high school was on East 75 street, was that I had to take two buses, a downtown one and then a crosstown one. And since the home room bell rang at 8:25, I had to catch the 7:30 downtown bus.
So there Iwas at 7:20, walking sleepily down 150 Street toward the bus stop on the corner when a pack of stray dogs came trotting out of a courtyard I was passing.
“Don’t run, don’t run,” I reminded myself but still I picked up my pace, and they went their way, and I, mine. And oh yes, they were led by a majestic looking German Shepherd type with a snowy white coat.
I began to encounter them at least once a week and although I took more notice of them than they did of me, they were beginning to spook me – especially the ghostly white leader of the pack but when I’d bring up the incident at dinner, since none of my family had ever encountered this canine phenomena, I’d get the standard response, “Virginia, you’re imagining things – it’s all in your head.”
They may have thought it was funny, but I didn’t. Well, to paraphrase Richard Nixon, they wouldn’t have Virginia to kick around much longer. I’d soon be heading off to college. And what do you think happened when I did? They moved! Fortunately they told me where – to the Northeast Bronx. And they acquired my replacement – Duke, a sweet pupp-a-roo. Yes, Duke was sweet through and through, but he had a Napoleon complex toward any dog bigger than him. Being a medium size dog himself, this meant he was a war with a sizable portion of the canine population.
One morning while home for some break or other, I was walking Duke when what should come walking down the street towards us but a pack of dogs – led by – yep, a white German Shepherd! I managed to shake off the paralysis of shock in time to realize, not only was EL Blanco bigger than The Duke, so were all his cohorts. Duke noticed too
Having no choice, I dragged him into a typical NY neighborhood candy/newspaper store with a soda fountain. If I’d ever had a notion we could just slip in un-noticed and stand just inside the door until El Blanco and his gang were gone , it was dispelled by Duke’s lemme at em barking and growling .attitude
“You can’t bring a dog in here, “yelled the proprietor.
“Oh yes, I can” I stood my ground until the cost was clear.
Guess what the family’s reaction was when I burst in and telling them of my ordeal? Yep, all in my head.”
Did I really think the beautiful beast had followed me all the way up to the Bronx?
Well Let me just say that I’ve always had an interest in Shamanism. Shamans, natural healers, have spirit helpers called familiars who display the appearance of an animal found in nature – a fox, eagle, wolf, rabbit, etc.
So if you happen to see a white dog driving a pink Cadillac – don’t worry. He’s with me!