On I went, out of the wood, passing the man leading without knowing I was going to do so. Flip-flap, flip-flap, jog-trot, jog-trot, curnchslap-crunchslap, across the middle of a broad field again, rhythmically running in my greyhound effortless fashion, knowing I had won the race though it wasn't half over, won it if I wanted it, could go on for ten or fifteen or twenty miles if I had to and drop dead at the finish of it, which would be the same, in the end, as living an honest life like the governor wanted me to. -Alan Sillitoe, "Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner"

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Animal follow-up

CNN today reports that a coyote was picked up less than a mile from my apartment.

When I was living in New Hampshire wild turkeys were par for the course, and I even once saw a bear while running.  I can't say I expected this sort of wild life here in New York.


  1. A coyote in Harlem? So weird.

  2. You want weird? My neighbourhood has wild turkeys. Yes, you read that correctly. Turkeys. Specifically, those who chase after people, pets and cars like they own the joint.

  3. Tam, do you live in the country?? There are few thing in the world I find as funny as watching wild turkeys try to fly!