By Adrian Foster
The dramatic solar eclipse as seen from Walton Place earlier this month was awe-inspiring. Local people stood around or sat on low walls, talking, trading glasses, staring at the sky, and watching the action on the street.
We learned the President was to attend a private dinner on East Lake Shore Drive that evening and security was tight. A bevy of unmarked cars was parked on the street and uniformed and plainclothes men milled about. Pretty soon a noisy sixteen-wheeler navigated the narrow roadway on Dewitt before pitching a large tent on the street.
Meanwhile an elderly gent with a perky dog sat next to us looking glum despite the dramatic action in the sky and on the street. I asked him the name of the dog to which he replied, “Ludwig”. Of course, “Ludwig” I thought.
Ludwig greets Sniffer
Just then a police officer with an important looking sniffer canine spotted a panel truck in the driveway next to us. The two got to work examining the vehicle. Sensing an opportunity for dog play the old duffer brought Ludwig to make friends. Sniffer looked haughty. The red-faced cop read the visitors the riot act.
“We’re working here,” he shouted. Chastened, Ludwig and his master slunk away down the street. By then the moon was a thin gold crescent on the sun.
