Tuesday, April 29, 2003

I got Kurt Vonegut's God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian from the local library. Wonderful little book:

This morning, thanks to a controlled near-death experience, I was lucky to meet, at the far end of the blue tunnel, a man named Salvatore Biagini. Last July 8th, Mr. Biagini, a retired construction worker, age seventy, suffered a fatal heart attack while rescuing his beloved schnauzer, Teddy, from an assault by an unrestrained pit bull named Chele, in Queens.

The pit bull, with no previous record of violence against man or beast, jumped a four-foot fence in order to have at Teddy. Mr. Biagini, an unarmed man with a history of heart trouble, grabbed him, allowing the schnauzer to run away. So the pit bull bit Mr. Biagini in several places and then Mr. Biagini's heart quit beating, never to beat again.

I asked this heroic pet lover how it felt to have died for a schnauzer named Teddy. Salvador Biagini was Philosophical. He said it sure as heck beat dying for absolutly nothing in the Viet Nam War.

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