December 3, 2007
Overlook
We’ve a neighbor who’s a gerontologist at the big whoop-de-doo med center down the street. Daily, he walks his Dalmatian in front of our house. Neither he nor his dog are all that cautious about where his dog makes rest stops. There’s an ordinance directing a $50 fine for such matters left unattended, but we haven’t yet pointed that out to them.
The temperature the other morning was right at 32º. The frequent walkers and runners on our street are usually well-insulated at times like this. The doctor came by in watch cap, scarf, LL Bean-type jacket, gloves, all topping Bermuda shorts and with his bare feet in barefoot sandals, the dog, au naturel.
Our street is called Overlook Drive. I wondered if it was not too cold at the time for him to take it all that literally. But then I remembered what Edward Albee said in his lecture the other night about metaphor (OoN 28xi07) and about how we’re not all that on to it in our culture. On second thought, I figured there was more than likely neither much attention paid to it in the curricula of most medical schools, anyway.
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