Saturday, January 21, 2012
Newspaper Column: A Matter of Time
Last week it was a real hoot when one of the presidential candidates mentioned bigfoot, even if it was a gargantuan putdown. It seems the subject of the big, hairy animal is becoming commonplace in all levels of conversation (in the above mentioned, a debate).
One can only hope that irreverently bandying about the word bigfoot in a presidential debate is a positive step for the animal’s discovery and protection. (You know, the power of the press, advertising and so on.) Oh, and did I mention that the candidate used the vile word hoax in the same sentence as bigfoot? Overall, I’m leaning toward the incident not being in bigfoot’s best interest. But, wasn’t it fun?
I write this column most weeks on Saturday. It’s often difficult on Saturday to keep my mind on serious bigfoot goings on. Why? Well, on our online bigfoot magazine, Bigfoot Ballyhoo, we try to do a couple of things each weekend that the children may enjoy. So, often my mind wanders while writing the column, wondering what in the world am I going to do this weekend for the kids.
I have a large bigfoot puppet, Punch, that I enjoy photographing and videoing. I’m trying to learn to be a ventriloquist. So far it’s not working. But, I’ll continue to practice. If you haven’t checked out, Bigfoot Ballyhoo, please do. The Internet address is www.bigfootballyhoo.blogspot.com.
Last week, no sightings to Ballyhoo or to this column were sent us, but I did happily hear of one. One of my son’s friends told me about his grandfather’s sighting many years ago. (I’ll not use his name. Why cause the man trouble?) What’s more, the friend’s grandfather shot the animal.
The incident goes this way: Along about dusk, the grandfather, just home from shopping, was mounting the porch stairs to his forest cabin, arms full of packages. There in front of him loomed a huge silhouette. He knew the being was not a bear. Evidently worried that he’d be attacked, he shot the animal. It screamed and jumped from the porch into or across a deep ravine running along the porch. It disappeared into the forest. It was never seen again. The above mentioned friend’s mother was inside the cabin. It must have been terrifying to hear the shot and the piercing scream of the bigfoot. This took place many years ago near Bakersfield, California. (This is a good reason you should not dress up in a bigfoot costume and scare people. Don't you think?)
If you have a sighting, please share it. Until next week, Linda Newton-Perry