DECEMBER 17, 2009
Black Bear. During a brief moment of insanity after the death of my pet kitty Brady in 1991 (at the age of 17), I attended Vermont Law School to study Environmental Law. Enter Black Bear Crestfallen, I schlepped my sorry self from my minuscule apartment, across the Village Green toward the coffee shop. He was bleeding from several bullet wounds, and visibly in excruciating pain. If I could have shot the poor bear on the spot, I would have.