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Goodbye to a loyal cocker spaniel

Crystal has been sliding downhill for the past year or so, doggedly clinging to her old food-seeking routines and spending her afternoons snoozing in the slivers of sunlight that spill into the house as the days tick by. But during the past few weeks, it became clear that she’d had enough. She’s been suffering from cancer and an assortment of heart maladies, and I knew it was time to let her go. But it wasn’t easy, and I wanted to do it as comfortably as possible. So we called our vet and arranged for them to come here to the house to put her down. She went quietly, at home, with me and Lara and Xena and Ozzy and Mully shedding tears nearby.

My mind has been drifting back, tracing the wonderful times we’ve shared during the past 15 years, to that moment a few days before Thanksgiving when I helped her mother, Brandi, give birth to a litter of yapping, yelping cockers …

To Crystal’s first walk, in an unlikely Birmingham snow, when she was so small I had to pick her up to get her over the curbs …

To that crazy trip across country, through Mississippi, Lousiania, Texas and finally to our new home in Albuquerque, that poor 1986 Ford Escort bristling with assorted possessions, a hyper cocker puppy and a demented lovebird named Gonzo …

To watching her and her best friend, PigPen, six months her junior, curled up in the New Mexico winter sunshine on our back porch …

To hot high-desert hikes when she and PigPen would run from one shady spot to the next, panting and ecstatic among the cactus and pinon …

To romps through Denver’s Washington Park, leaving contrails of dog prints in freshly fallen midnight snow …

To frenetically chasing sqeaky toys through our odd duplex-turned-single apartment in Austin, Texas, while barking PigPen egged her on, encouraging her to make another orbit of the room …

To the calmer days of old age in Tennessee when she lay her head on dying PigPen’s emaciated body, saying goodbye to her friend and partner in crime …

To all the joy she brought me for 15 years. Rest in peace, Little Chris. Rest in peace.

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It’s time to tie one on our Christmas tree


It’s that time of year already. Time for the annual Benz and Edge Tree Extravaganza, complete with rampaging Xena yells, disgraced evergreens and assorted holiday absurdity.

This year’s party features a special treat. Music by Sara Schwabe and her Yankee Jass Band. It’s gonna be way cool. Be there or be square.

Here are the details …

  • Who: The Benz and Edge’s
  • What: Our 15th annual Christmas tree desecration party, in which assorted stooges put homemade, stupendously cool decorations on our unsuspecting evergreen. We have only one rule: You CAN’T buy the decoration. Also, remember that children and vegetarians are invited to the party. Ornaments should be rated "G" or "PG."
  • Where: 11517 Hardin Valley Road. I-40 to Pellissippi Parkway (toward Oak Ridge). Take the Hardin Valley Road exit off Pellissippi Parkway. Go left at the light, onto Hardin Valley. Go about 2.4 miles, past the elementary school and Steele Road on the right. Our house is the third driveway on the right after you pass Steele Road. We’ll have it lit up, but watch closely. It can be tough to spot.
    Map?
    Lost? Call 691-7731 or 604-7731.

  • Important: We will have valet parking to avoid a repeat of The Stuck in the Mud Incident of 2000. You can either pull into the driveway and your car will be parked, or you can park at Sims store (near the elementary school, right before Steele Road) and you will be driven up to the party.
  • When: Saturday, Dec. 11 at 7 p.m. Children and vegetarians are welcome.
  • Why: Why not, wise guy?
  • How: Make your own decoration. We’ll have beer, Spiney’s infamous margaritas, non-alcoholic beverages and vats of steaming green chile. Extra beverages and/or food will be welcome but aren’t required.

    Now Playing: O Tannenbaum from the album A Charlie Brown Christmas by Vince Guaraldi Trio

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    Art Bob Travel Bob

    Airport art …

    I spend way too much time in the Atlanta airport. During my frequent layovers and connections, I’ve started walking between concourses rather than taking the train. It’s good exercise and it clears my head before I sardine into the next Delta can that I have to fly in.

    On several occasions, I’ve walked between the A and B concourses, where there’s an incredible collection of stone sculpture by Zimbabwean artists. It’s great stuff and a wonderful way to kill some time. Even if you’re in a bit of a hurry, it’s great to dash past these sculptures. Great stuff …