I wasn’t going to write about this but after typing it up, I realized that writing it helps.
One of the worst duties of a pet owner is that you sometimes have to put them down. In 1989, I paid for Martin at a Pet Shop around 60th and Lexington Ave. Now, 16 years later, he took ill. Specifically, his Kidneys stop working and he stopped eating and drinking Thursday night.
According to the Daily News article,
A Gray Line dispatcher called 911 and told cops the men had backpacks and their pockets “stuffed” – a possible warning sign of suicide bombers, said NYPD spokesman Paul Browne.
That’s just Perfect! That describes Me!!! I’ve Got a Backpack stuffed with LOTS of innocent things, I wear cargo pants an Often stuff my Ipod in one pocket *and* my Camera in the Other!