Loco for Locopops!

There's a great place for a neat treat in Chapel Hill (and Durham) called Locopops. They offer a fabulous variety of Mexican-style popsicles, in such flavors as chocolate brownie, cookies and cream, mojito, cherry lime, strawberry-kiwi, pomegranate tangerine, etc. (One time Alan tried Avocado flavor. Hmmm. It tasted exactly like a nice, ripe avocado. That unfortunately does NOT translate to frozen dessert, btw.) I highly recommend visiting one of the several locations and trying them out.


When we were there tonight with my niece and nephew, my nephew started telling us about the history of Popsicles. Apparently in 1905, an 11 year old boy named Frank Epperson mixed soda with a stick and accidentally left it out overnight. His creation was originally called the Epsicle. 18 years later he started the Popsicle company. It's summer in North Carolina and all I can say is Yea for Frank!

So here's a thought...

A few years back, I did a television gig in New York. During the prep in the wee hours of the morning, a professional makeup artist was applying my makeup. She was amazing, she camouflaged my deep set eyes and made my skin look flawless. She truly was an artist. When I asked her if she had always wanted to do this, she told me when she was 5 years old she used to steal her mother's makeup and bury it in the back yard so she could play with it later.

That started me thinking about my childhood, and I recalled practicing surgery on my stuffed animals at age 6, often pretending I just completed a grueling 6 hour operation on the lucky (to have me) creature (OK, so I admit the operations were not on their feet but who could guess that?). My friend down the street, Nancy, used to organize kickball, soccer and ghost in the graveyard games for the whole neighborhood. She is now a very enthusiastic recreational therapist.

I therefore started wondering, what are my kids doing now that might be a window to their future? My oldest plays with animal figures all the time, coming up with different adventures. There were never dolls, only animals with her. She used to say she wanted to be a veterinarian, but now she says zoologist. Interesting.

As for my younger daughter, I'm very curious as to how this will turn out because of an incident at school last semester. A few of my friends let me know their kids were asking for money because my daughter was selling things at school: lollipops, pencils, erasers, etc. She often participates in bake sales (items baked by the older one who apparently is going to not only be an animal expert but baker and bartender one day too) and makes some significant cash for a kid. Sales? Perhaps. We nipped the selling in school in the bud, of course...and she was asked to stop at her afterschool program...

Some people love her entrepreneurial spirit. I personally do, but also wonder about how much she pushes the envelope. Time will tell, of course. Check back with me in about 15 years and I'll clue you in as to just how close I was.

The Best Dog in the World

Today we lost our dog, Maggie. Maggie was a shepherd sheepdog mix of some sort, a beautiful dog with long black hair, a white chest and beard. She was quite certainly the best dog in the world.

Maggie was born April 1st, 1994 and she was my first dog. She lived to be 15 years old, not too shabby for a large dog. We adopted her in June of '94 from the Santa Clara Humane Society in San Jose, CA. We were both residents at Stanford at the time, and although taking care of a puppy was a lot of work, Mags made it all worthwhile.

She adapted well throughout the years to our lives, hiking and running with us, playing with her neighbor dogs, and playing well with the kids when they came on the scene. She quickly grew out of jumping on people and she never much chewed things. She knew exactly how much to bark, how to look scary to strangers at the door, but was friendly to anyone we accepted into our home.

Those of you who knew her may have been lucky enough to see her awesome tricks...sit, down, speak (of course) but she could also balance a cookie on her nose while shaking your hand and flip it up and catch it in her mouth. She would often talk to us, especially as she got older, and would not let you ignore her if she really needed something. She could even say "I Love You". I swear. It was awesome.

Of course there were the intangibles...the things you just can't describe with words about a true member of your family. But ponder this- people used to tell us they were reluctant to get a dog because they knew it wouldn't be a great as Maggie.

So, I hope you can see she was the best dog ever. I am thankful we had her, and that she's again chasing squirrels like she used to do so well in her early years.

RIP Maggie Bocko 4/1/1994 - 7/11/2009