Too Cute for Words
I was born in a Market Street, San Francisco, $10 Or Less store, atop
a display rack. I was pretty happy there -- people would come by and
hug me or point me out, but I didn't have any steady caretakers. Then
one day, Jennifer was
zooming down market street on foot, when she suddenly came to a screeching halt,
came into the store, picked me up, tucked me under an arm, and bought me.
Luckily, she didn't put me in a bag; instead, she just gave me a ride on
BART to her house. At that point, she was living next door to the UC
Theatre in Berkeley -- a room which definitely needed some Bear Necessities.
Me, in other words. I was still growing up at that time, mostly sleeping
and eating, but I wasn't really all that active. About 5 years
later she met her soon-to-be husband Roland, which happily coincided with
my more active stage of development. All of the sudden, songs were coming
into my head (which I telepathically compel them to sing), and I had a strong
desire to see the world. Luckily, Jennifer and Roland both like to travel!
While they don't take me everywhere (mostly because I feel the sudden urge
to sleep for a weekend, and therefore place subconscious "forget me"
suggestions in their heads), I have gotten to see quite a bit outside of the
house. While most of the descriptions of these adventures are written from
Jennifer's point of view, I (mostly) endorse her version of events.
- 1998 Big Ride Across America(They were packing everything into storage
for the two-month trip, and I just refused to go in a box!! Therefore, they
took me along)
- Jennifer's and Roland's Wedding!(I was the Ring-Bear-Er!)
- Yosemite (the pix are online, but Jen hasn't gotten around to the text yet!)
- San Luis Obispo (Same deal. Jen's been working too much, and hasn't been doing much organizing of web pages. Well, we all have our burdens)