Well, one in particular.
So I head to the towpath to get a little jog in before the sun goes down.
I start with a brisk walk to warm up—Like they say you’re supposed to. Soon I see, many yards ahead of me, a Canadian goose. It’s hissing.
"I’ve seen your kind before. You’re just scared. You’ll move."
As I get closer, it starts approaching me. It’s hissing.
"You’re a brave little goose. I respect that. But I’m much bigger than you. You’ll move out of my way."
It doesn’t. It continues moving toward me. Hissing.
"Ok, whatever. I’m not here to play a game of chicken with a goose.* I’ll step off the path for a few steps, give a wider birth, and I’ll be on my way."
I pick up my pace and walk into the grass to the right of the path. The goose turns, chasing me, wings spread wide and closing in.
I start to jog.
It flaps its wings and lifts itself into the air, flying at me, mouth agape. Hissing!
"Goddam, you! I can’t imagine what a goose could possibly do to me, but I don’t care to find out."
I face forward to run when I notice, directly in front of me, another goose laying on a nest. I quickly hop sideways to avoid trampling it and land back on the path where I continue sprinting to put some distance between me and them. I look back to see the louder and more mobile goose has landed and ceased its chase.
"Can’t you see I’m just trying to protect my family?" he hissed.
"Can’t you see this is probably the most well-travelled path in northeast Ohio?
Not a good place for a nest!
You silly goose.”
I really enjoyed reading on Uni-Watch about Cleveland Indians diehards who’ve removed the ethnic caricature Chief Wahoo from their Indians gear. Some remove it perfectly, some leave the evidence of the removal behind - a sort of ghost. It reminds me of the silhouettes of slave life incorporated into the now-closed National Slavery Museum. Just as folks who acknowledge the legacy of slavery don’t love their homes any less, these folks still love their team, even if they don’t love this grotesque symbol.
Certainly a lesson about the power of clothing.
Wait. What do you mean, “with tuna”? WHAT, with tuna?