Sure I could update you on my life for the last few weeks, but nothing happened that you'd want to hear about.
This week a friend of mine I met a decade ago working in Yellowstone is here for the weekend (she still works there with the Park Service). The first thing she said to me when she got to the hotel was, "oh my God, all the people!"
Working in the park you tend to get very attached to the wildlife. You get to know the local buffalo or moose or deer that hangs around your dorm like you'd know a neighborhood cat that shows up at your door every morning looking for attention. The last summer I was there a loner buffalo liked to lay out in between the dorms snorting in the dirt and wagging his tail along to the Phish music while the hippies played hacky sack around him. He occasionally tossed people, but they were always the tourists who happened to lose their way and stumble into the employee area. He never bothered us.
PS - This is under the Manhattan Bridge in DUMBO.
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