Fan Mail

I took Eska out this morning, as I always do, crossed the street and walked up Cresmont, as I always do, scooped around to campus, as I sometimes do - a not unusual route. As we prepared to cross the street at the corner of 31st and Wyman Park Drive, a motorist slowed down at the cross-walk and rolled down his window.

"Hi there! I know you from Howl," he said. I remembered seeing him there and asking him for dieting tips for my girl. I remember him being quite helpful.

"Hi!" was all I managed to say. The sun was shining in my face and all around his head. We were having a Roma Downey moment, even.

"I just wanted to say, you've got to be the best dog-owner in this neighbourhood. I see the two of you EVERYWHERE - you walk that dog like crazy, and she seems really happy for it. I just wanted to let you know ..."

Floored. Completely. I could barely get out a "thanks! It's kind of you to notice" let alone a "you're really cute and your dieting tips are working - thanks for the help!"

But more importantly: yo, I'm a celebrity.

I smiled the rest of the way home. Eska did, too.