Innholdsfortegnelse for Nov-10-14 i The New Yorker

ANIMAL PLANET As the president of Guide Dog Users, Inc., I appreciated Patricia Marx’s article (“Pets Allowed,” October 20th). Under the Americans with Disabilities Act of 1990, it is legal to travel just about anywhere with guide dogs, and the lives of people with disabilities have improved dramatically. But recently our access has been compromised by the increasing number of untrained, often uncontrolled pets that illegitimately share the spaces we frequent with service animals. The other day, I heard about a guide dog that was attacked at a grocery store by an outof-control pet that was misrepresented as an emotional-support dog. The incident resulted in an emergency trip to the vet, hours of worry, and cancelled travel plans for the disabled person. The beautiful guide dog was left with…

That crazy drunken night I maneuvered you out into a field outside of Coachella—I’d never seen a sky so full of stars, as if the dirt of our lives still were sprinkled with glistening white shells from the ancient seabed beneath us that receded long ago. Parallel. We lay in parallel furrows. —That suffocated, fearful look on your face. Jim, yesterday I heard your wife on the phone tell me you died almost nine months ago. Jim, now we cannot ever. Bitter that we cannot ever have the conversation that in nature and alive we never had. Now not ever. We have not spoken in years. I thought perhaps at ninety or a hundred, two broken-down old men, we wouldn’t give a damn, and find speech. When I tell you…

Pardon my sarong. I’ll have a Shirley Temple. Certainly, sir. Do you want a cherry with that? I guess so. It’s part of it, isn’t it? Strictly speaking, yes. Some of them likes it, others not so much. Well, I’ll have a cherry. I can be forgiven for not knowing it’s de rigueur. In my commuter mug, please. Certainly. He doesn’t even remember me. It was a nice, beautiful day. One of your favorite foxtrots was on, neckties they used to wear. You could rely on that. My gosh, it’s already 7:30. Are these our containers? Pardon my past, because, you know, it was like all one piece. It can’t have escaped your escaped your attention that I would argue. How was it supposed to look? Do I wake or…