When I need a new career because people have stopped reading novels -- and, alas, someday people really will have chosen podcasts over pulp -- I am going to become an animal communicator specializing in interspecies telepathic consultations in person or by phone. I am only half-kidding.
Last month I saw an ad for an animal communicator in a magazine and decided to give her a call. Why not? I have five cats, and heaven knows I've no idea why they think turd hockey is fun or they'd rather pee on my boots than in the litter box.
The animal communicator's name is Jane Grillo, and she lives in Wells. She is not, as far as I can tell, a lunatic. I might be a lunatic since I called her, but she sounded as reasonable as a mental health counselor could be. ... read »