Sometimes it feels really good to be ahead of the curve. Granted, it has not been a frequent occurrence in my life—but every so often when it occurs, the satisfaction is sweet. I have never been what my students would have called “with it”. Case in point: when Facebook was the epitome of hot techno-coolness, I could not see any point in joining. A passing fancy, said I. The people I spoke to regularly were either living in the house with me, or were just a phone call away. I

I have always loved Robert Frost’s 1920 verse, “The Road Not Taken”. Perhaps because it speaks to some part of my own experience on the road more, rather than less, travelled. Or perhaps I just like the idea of striking out on a path around whose bend I cannot see. In any case, my current “road not taken” is the two-track dirt road that leads to With a Little Help From My Friends! And, with apologies to the Poet, I co-opted his title to refer to my thwarted goal of seeing my

Imagine what fun it would be to watch a basketball game played by cats! The pouncing, trouncing, leaping, skittering on shiny floors, batting, slinking, hissing and climbing the pole to dunk would be an Olympic entertainment for us cat lovers. A mini version of this game is played daily at WaLHFMF. Sadly, however, sometimes the basketball is the cat itself. The term originated for me a few years ago when I showed up at the San Francisco area shelter where I was volunteering f