You have my admiration for making something out of nothing, which feature writers are often called upon to do. (When I was syndicated and in that position, I would run uncomplimentary reader mail.) But your Facebook and fish tale was an engaging something, so kudos.
"In the household of my youth, which was not far from Woodstock, goldfish lasted an average of two weeks before bellying up." (My dear, that is at the very low end of goldfish life expectancy, but we can let that ride.)
I should add that your tale of the no-longer-wanted fish took me back to when I lived in Pacific Palisades. We had a koi pond visible from the the large dining room window. A favorite of ours was a koi with a wide yellow band around his middle. We named him "Arnold Goldring."
One day at lunch, to our horror, we watched a racoon dip his paw into the pond and snatch him. We decided Arnold Goldring was too beautiful for this world ... so of course when a friend dies too young
I think of Arnold Goldring -- too beautiful for this world.
(Apologies for reminiscing in your comments section. It's just that I am older than Joe Biden ... and unemployed.)
ohhh you do make me laugh and i mean that in a good way ha also how the hell are you churning out like 2 of these on the same week its fucking hard to keep up
It's apparent I have the same amount of time (and social activity) on my hands as you; I tried to find this WoodstockNY posting but (happily) failed. Instead I found alternate ways to dispose of goldfish and indeed how to make them. And not that you asked, there are numerous ways to raise gefiltes, but whether they'll go to a good home is up for debate.
You have my admiration for making something out of nothing, which feature writers are often called upon to do. (When I was syndicated and in that position, I would run uncomplimentary reader mail.) But your Facebook and fish tale was an engaging something, so kudos.
"In the household of my youth, which was not far from Woodstock, goldfish lasted an average of two weeks before bellying up." (My dear, that is at the very low end of goldfish life expectancy, but we can let that ride.)
I should add that your tale of the no-longer-wanted fish took me back to when I lived in Pacific Palisades. We had a koi pond visible from the the large dining room window. A favorite of ours was a koi with a wide yellow band around his middle. We named him "Arnold Goldring."
One day at lunch, to our horror, we watched a racoon dip his paw into the pond and snatch him. We decided Arnold Goldring was too beautiful for this world ... so of course when a friend dies too young
I think of Arnold Goldring -- too beautiful for this world.
(Apologies for reminiscing in your comments section. It's just that I am older than Joe Biden ... and unemployed.)
I almost lost the footnote.
ohhh you do make me laugh and i mean that in a good way ha also how the hell are you churning out like 2 of these on the same week its fucking hard to keep up
It's apparent I have the same amount of time (and social activity) on my hands as you; I tried to find this WoodstockNY posting but (happily) failed. Instead I found alternate ways to dispose of goldfish and indeed how to make them. And not that you asked, there are numerous ways to raise gefiltes, but whether they'll go to a good home is up for debate.
The New York State Goldfish Care Proxy made me laugh out loud.