December 9th: Eighteen Years Later
On this date, and day, back in 2000, I brought Tyler home from Little Shelter. I've been so wrapped up in my new job that, amazingly enough, this didn't pop into my head until the middle of the afternoon. Sorry, Tyler. I think that was your way of reminding me right? Speaking of reminding, here's the story of that awesome day. Saturday, December 9th, 2000 “What does that mean?” I asked my mother. Serious? A cat doesn’t smile, they ALWAYS look serious. “I don't know, he looks like an owl, or a bandit. He has a serious look on his face.” “I think he’s cool looking.” My father replied. Well, thank god at least he shares my opinion. We went inside. Now, as I said, we were living high on the hog in those days. My father had a well-paying job, my mother had several credit cards with a large amount of credit, and me….well…..I was just starting out in the museum world as a budding curator. What’s a curator?...