Somehow we've been out of the loop on local restaurants, it seems. Drove up to the Main Street Catering and Brasserie location the other day, and found it was locked up tight. Apparently according to this blog entry, the closing was way back in JANUARY. It doesn't seem as though it's been that long since we were by for a couple of sandwiches, but, obviously, we missed that news. Chalk up one FEWER restaurant choices around the area, that aren't national chain franchises.
In the somewhat better news department, we noticed a White Tiger choice in, of all places, the Food Court at Bowie Towne Center! This Capitol Hill Indian restaurant was a favorite of ours. And now with the departure of Bombay Masala in Greenbelt, we desperately needed an option for Indian food.
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Monday, March 12, 2012
Monday, July 18, 2011
City of Bowie Animal Lover's Loss is Profound
Some time last week, neighbors of Robin Aubrey, of Bowie MD, saw cats belonging to Aubrey, wandering outside. When authorities were called to the suburban home, they found Aubrey, already dead.
I knew Robin, from time spent volunteering during the same period of time for a local group. I also spoke with her on several occasions as she struggled with the initiative of a group she had helped form, when that group spun out of control and began lobbying to take the place of the County pound. I didn't know Robin's home situation, though I suspected that she had a number of cats in her care. Robin had been searching, in the last decade, for a way to find new, good homes for some of the cats. She never found a way.
I knew that Robin could be volatile. I once had to "fire" her after she very publicly blasted some colleagues. In hindsight, I think the outburst was Robin's frustration at needing, but not feeling safe enough to admit to needing, help caring for and finding adopters for some animals that she had come to adore. Because PG county forbids fostering in private homes, there was no way I could see, either, to help Robin, even if I had known exactly what she was facing.
I'm appalled to say that from what I can tell, the cats that Robin spent hours and months caring for alone, desperate to give them the very best care she could, were cats that surely Robin would have wanted NEVER to see the PG pound or any other pound. It is sad that the last act of the clawed ones should be so vindictive against animals, that to spite Robin, they would catch and kill even these poor cats.
If you want to help me remember Robin, there are two ways to do that:
RUN, don't walk, to the PG pound in Upper Marlboro, and adopt one of the cats from New Coach Lane in Bowie. You will be most certainly gaining the most wonderful friend you could possibly imagine!
Donate to Prince Georges Feral Friends, SPCA here and help us restore PG citizens' rights to foster animals, and to bring the pound policies in line with saving animal lives as Robin would have wanted.
I knew Robin, from time spent volunteering during the same period of time for a local group. I also spoke with her on several occasions as she struggled with the initiative of a group she had helped form, when that group spun out of control and began lobbying to take the place of the County pound. I didn't know Robin's home situation, though I suspected that she had a number of cats in her care. Robin had been searching, in the last decade, for a way to find new, good homes for some of the cats. She never found a way.
I knew that Robin could be volatile. I once had to "fire" her after she very publicly blasted some colleagues. In hindsight, I think the outburst was Robin's frustration at needing, but not feeling safe enough to admit to needing, help caring for and finding adopters for some animals that she had come to adore. Because PG county forbids fostering in private homes, there was no way I could see, either, to help Robin, even if I had known exactly what she was facing.
I'm appalled to say that from what I can tell, the cats that Robin spent hours and months caring for alone, desperate to give them the very best care she could, were cats that surely Robin would have wanted NEVER to see the PG pound or any other pound. It is sad that the last act of the clawed ones should be so vindictive against animals, that to spite Robin, they would catch and kill even these poor cats.
If you want to help me remember Robin, there are two ways to do that:
RUN, don't walk, to the PG pound in Upper Marlboro, and adopt one of the cats from New Coach Lane in Bowie. You will be most certainly gaining the most wonderful friend you could possibly imagine!
Donate to Prince Georges Feral Friends, SPCA here and help us restore PG citizens' rights to foster animals, and to bring the pound policies in line with saving animal lives as Robin would have wanted.
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