Culture on the Cheap
A Goat’s Story
The older readers among you might remember this little guy. I found him hanging out with a few friends knocking back a few brewskis in front of 1000 Manhattan Avenue (Greenpoint’s gift which has mercifully since quit giving) one Saturday afternoon back in 2007.
Well, this week I discovered (while researching this post) that this fella was not the first such animal to call north Brooklyn his home. Apparently his brethren were quite fancied by the local populace at the turn of the century. Enough so that even one of our fire houses had a goat as a pet. We can only hope the fate that awaited our little Greenpointer was better than what awaited his predecessor in this article from the April 15, 1895 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
He became very ill and hid himself in the darkest corner of the cellar.
This reminds me of how I felt after my high school English teacher made us read Sylvia Plath. Ugh.