The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Lions and tigers and bears, OH MY!
by Regis Boff
Prehistoric people must have taken a vote approving the risk of abandoning the safety of their caves and begin life in open-air villages. It meant the inevitable confrontation with saber toothed tigers and colossal twelve-foot bears. As I drove around my deserted, huddled little town in Westchester, I felt like we must arrange to do this again.