Last night, at dusk, standing in Central Park, I met an old friend who spotted me because of my dog. It was beautiful. There were horses, my wife Connie holding my dog by the leash and I was turning toward them, having thrown away a bag of poop–for such is my life– and Andre who is admiring my dog looks up and calls my name. A magic moment, cosmic circus, all made possible by a guide dog. I hadn’t seen Andre for 18 years.
Planet of the Blind 
Isn’t it wonderful when life gives us a little present like that. Like the favorite great aunt that comes to town and in all the fuss and commotion, she slips you a gift with a wink and a kiss.
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