This is a goldfish... well, the big one and the small one beside it are goldfish, and the ones farther in back, there's a bunch of goldfish in that tank. BUT, the nice folk at Win Tropical on Mott Street, in Chinatown, gave me this big fish. With one eye. They said they wanted it "to have a good home":
This past summer they gave me two smaller goldfish, each also with one eye. Those two are still fine.
This is the big fish's other side:
AND, This is Judy Rhodes, my neighbor, photographer, collector of African statues, owner of the Charlie Parker House and savor of animals. Judy has dogs she's rescued, birds that talk loudly, and she's saved a good number of pigeons. Pigeons? You mean urban rats? I sort of thought so sometimes. Then I was biking across 16th Street and saw a pigeon hobbling in the middle of the street. It didn't move as a pedaled by, and I noticed a trail of blood. I braked, circled back and shooed it to the curb. It wouldn't hop up, so I kind of gently encouraged it with my front wheel. Then I started to pedal away and realized it would die there.

I called Judy. "Are you still saving pigeons?"
She said she was. "Bring it over."
I was befuddled. "How?"
"Pick it up."
"Pick it up?" I'd not heard of killer pigeons, but I wasn't certain.
"They're gentle."
I held the bird in one hand as I rode to Judy's. It was warm. It was quiet. The feathers where skinned clean from its scalp. One eye was gone. Judy and I figured it had to be a car. Judy said she'd take care of the bird.
I felt self important, good I'd saved an animal. I went to Back 40 and ate chicken that night. I know I'm far from well knitted together. But I have been eating less meat lately.
Judy named the bird Angel. That's him/her between Judy's hands. Turns out Angel's gone-eye was right there, hidden behind the peel of it's scalp, which Judy cut away as the bird healed. Angels is now in a pigeon sanctuary Upstate, flies with a flock during the day and returns with its co-birds at night. Yes, people do run pigeon sanctuaries.
And in the sanctuary of words (is that not a quite-sweet segue?) I leave tomorrow for Iowa City. I read at Prairie Lights at 7 PM on Tuesday, and I am wrapped in a young boy's eagerness to be having a morning coffee with James Galvin, my favorite living poet, head of the Writers' Workshop at the University of Iowa, an absolutely "WOW" kind of place. I'm taking my dog-eared copy of Resurrection Update to ask him to sign, and X as well.
Then Wed Dec 2, 7 PM @ Carmichael's Bookstore in Louisville, KY, in partnership with the West End Boys School.
Then Thur Dec 3, 6PM @ Davis Kidd in Memphis, TN. I don't quite know what to do about this "not eating meat" thing and Memphis RIBS? Where would one best eat ribs and have some bourbon in Memphis?
My friend Carter is doing the nicest thing. I have 9 AM "Live at 9" TV in Memphis on Thursday morning. WREG-TV. There are no flights late enough or early enough to leave Louisville after my Carmichael's reading at get to WREG-TV on time. So I'm driving. Carter is coming to keep me company. Carter doesn't drive, but he also often doesn't quite stop talking, so it's nearly PERFECT. Don't fall asleep on me, Carter !

























