Pet Memorial
1972 - 1980

When I was in 5th Grade I was transformed into the coolest kid around because my dad brought home an abandoned bear cub. That era of good feeling lasted until our pet bit our neighbor near her jugular vein and we had to send him away. Really. He was sent off to the "State Farm" to be raised to adulthood. I imagined that he joined the Russian circus, or lived out his life in the woods.