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Cleveland Metroparks
Berea Ohio USA



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Looking toward the sunrise through my frosty front door this morning.

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I pulled into a small municipal park on my way home to make some phone calls, but it was crowded!....

There were around 100 gulls on these fences at the duck pond, probably enjoying the bright sunshine and unseasonably warm (40F / 4C) afternoon. This park is about a mile and a half from the shore of Lake Erie.







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(That's his right foot on the rope. His right hand is above him out of the photo.
Orangutans have two opposable thumbs and two opposable big toes.)


-- at Cleveland Metroparks Zoo



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This brought back memories… When I was a mere little kid, I’d get hauled to church frequently, and the 10.30pm candlelight service on Christmas Eve was mandatory, and pretty cool actually. At some point, the lights would slowly dim, and one alter candle lit several, which in turn lit a candle held by each person in the church. Within maybe 5 minutes, the entire old gothic church was lit just by the tiny flames of about 700 little candles. Then the organ would start softly playing the intro to this hymn, the congregation would begin to stir uneasily in anticipation and dread of what they knew was coming, and then the choir’s soloist, a woman with a voice like Aunt Bea and a vibrato that ranged for an octave either side of whatever note she happened to land on, would begin the Oh Holy Night Massacre. The poor organist would struggle to stay within a few measures of wherever she wandered, and the admittedly very amateur choir of volunteers (and several who were obviously coerced) basically hummed in random bafflement behind her. When she got to that big ending, and that long, high note at the climax, it would actually seem to make your eyes vibrate, and you felt something moving in your ears kinda like when a bug gets in there. It was an annual Christmas tradition that we actually looked forward to…as children, it was hard to keep from laughing out loud, and I often saw my Dad struggling to remain composed. Even the pastor at times put his head down and his hands to his face, maybe praying, maybe hiding, maybe wiping tears, maybe pushing the earplugs further in, maybe wondering why he didn’t follow up on that football scholarship way back when. When it was mercifully over, there was a moment of uncomfortable silence as everyone composed themselves to continue.

This little 7-year-old did an enormously better job on a difficult song, and she got better as it went on. From 3:30 on, she gave me the chills. She did just great. I hope she volunteers at her church.

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A place to cool off in summer...
    or in winter too, I guess.

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In early 1944, a tiny Yorkshire terrier, weighing less than 4 pounds and no taller than a GI's boot, was found by a US soldier in an abandoned foxhole in the tropical jungles on the battle-scarred island of New Guinea. Thought to have been abandoned by the Japanese, the GIs soon realized that she could understand neither Japanese or English.

The GI who found her sold her to Army Corporal Bill Wynne,from Cleveland Ohio, for £2 Australian, and for the rest of the war, she slept in Cpl Wynne's tent, rode tucked in his backpack, and romped across sharp coral without injury. "Smoky served in the South Pacific with the 5th Air Force, 26th Photo Recon Squadron and flew 12 air/sea rescue and photo reconnaissance missions," says Wynne. Smoky was credited with twelve combat missions and awarded eight battle stars. She survived over 150 Japanese air raids on the island and a typhoon on Okinawa. She even made one parachute jump, from a 30 foot tree, using a chute made just for her. She actually helped in the construction of a crucial airbase on Luzon, where she ran a telegraph wire, tied to her collar,  70' through a sandy 8" culvert under a runway, saving three days of work by 150 men, in a location constantly subject to enemy attack.

In their downtime, Cpl Bill taught Smoky to do many tricks, and she entertained wounded troops in hospitals from Australia to Korea, and in 1944, the US Army's "Yank Down Under" magazine named her their Champion Mascot in the Pacific.

When WWII ended,
Smoky made the long sea voyage back Stateside hidden in a modified oxygen mask case, and Cpl Bill brought her home to live with him and his family in Ohio. When they arrived in Cleveland, the local newspaper featured them in a page one story complete with photos, and Smoky quickly became a national sensation. Over the next decade, Smoky and Bill traveled to Hollywood and all over the world demonstrating her remarkable skills, which by then included over 200 tricks. Back home, she became a star on some of Cleveland's earliest television shows on all three of the city's TV stations. For a time, she even had a show of her own. It's said she performed live in 42 shows without ever repeating a trick. Smoky also traveled around the US, entertaining at veterans hospitals from coast to coast. It's thought that she was seen by millions of people in the late 40s and early 50s.

Smoky is considered the first therapy dog. Her service in this arena began in July 1944 on New Guinea, where Dr Charles Mayo, of the famed Mayo Clinic, was the commanding officer who allowed Smoky to go on rounds in the field hospitals with the nurses. She continued to serve in this role during and after the war for another 12 years.

Smoky died suddenly in February 1957, at approximately 14 years of age. Bill and his family
buried Smoky in a US Army .30 Caliber ammunition box in the Cleveland Metroparks in Lakewood, Ohio.

Nearly 50 years later, on Veterans Day 2005, a life sized bronze sculpture of Smoky was unveiled at the site. She's depicted sitting in a GI helmet, upon a base of polished blue granite. The dedication reads, “Smoky, the Yorkie Doodle Dandy, and the Dogs of All Wars."


I made a visit to Smoky this morning, the day after Veterans Day, and there were several wreaths and little US flags at the site.

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I often drive by this sign on the way to work.

"Dr Blood - Oral Surgery" always gives me the heebie jeebies...


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Found another strange tree in the park not too far from my house.

Not sure what's going on here...
Did two trees somehow become one many decades ago?
Is it where trolls live, or maybe the Keebler elves' workshop? (I didn't smell cookies.)
A portal into another dimension?
A rip in the space/time continuum?

Or maybe it's just a hole in an old tree.


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