Berkeley F. Fuller-Lewis

The Saga of Oscar - The Tramp Who Was A Prince (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

The Saga of Oscar the Tramp who was a prince (complete with numerous fetching color photos!)

Once we humans finally showed up and (some 10,000 years ago) and began settling down with our new invention, agriculturefelines once more brilliantly adapted to a new "environment" us! Still retaining their ferocious independence (try "training" a cat!), they learned well how to create reciprocally beneficial and enjoyable relations with us "newcomers."

A few years back I had the amazing good fortune to meet a particularly evolved member of that cat sub-species. I was living at 4,000 feet, in the rural "upcountry" hills of the Hawai'i's Big Island. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps good karma ("Catma?"), but there, a cruelly-abandoned and bedraggled feline soul found his way to me. He was near-starving and well along through his nine lives, with his last perhaps ready to succumb to a horrific ear mite infestation. (Horribly enough, in tropical Hawai'i, such infestations, which burrow into and feast upon feline brains, are a major cause of feral cat death.)

On arrival, this particular soul looked so beat up, such a "tramp," I had no idea he would turn into a being of great physical beauty, as well as in every other way. His is the story of basic human kindness paid first TO a deserving feline (whom I came to call "Oscar,") but then of the many wonderful ways he far more than gave back that initial kindness to his so-called "owner."

That brings to mind the best bumper sticker of all time: "Cats don't have owners they have staff!" I became stupidly happy indeed to become Oscar's chef, valet, groomer and feline physician's assistant! Anyone who knows cats well, will resonate to and relish the saga of: Oscar the tramp who was a prince.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Berkeley F. Fuller-Lewis
• Erscheinungstermin: 26. März 2020
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9780463174180
• Artikelnr.: 69675911

Autorenporträt

Berkeley F. Fuller (now "hyphenated" with his spouse's former last name to Fuller-Lewis), was born into a career Navy family which bestowed on its two kids a weird genetic mix of New England Yankee ("Crankee")-dom and Poor-But-Noble Virginia "blood," (more of the former than the latter!)

Being a Navy Brat meant constant changes of locales, homes, schools but usually not of "friends," since even then Berkeley was an extreme oddball as well as excruciatingly shy and thus rarely had "friends" of much merit to lose!

Fortunately however, his father finally retired and Berkeley got settled in one place for all of High School. He was sent to a superb public one which taught him extremely well how to read, research, love the arts, think and write. And again the gods smiled! For those skills led to his (shocking to him) admission to Harvard College, from which (even more shocking) four years later he graduated!

Whereupon, having cluelessly Not Noticed the Vietnam War then raging, he barely avoided becoming Army cannon fodder, instead doing a dicey end-run (enlisted) into the U.S. Air Force. There after a few months of comic mis-adventures, it noticed his skills and actually put him into the perfect job: as a B-52 bomber unit Historian with the then-fabled Strategic Air Command.

In that four-year gig, Berkeley interviewed everyone from General officers to aircraft mechanics, data-gathered and wrote full time, published quarterly top secret tomes and learned much more about research, writing and dodging arcane "political" bulletsall while still documenting a balanced view of reality. In short, there he discovered his unique gift for absorbing, culling and accurately summarizing vast amounts of complex information. Heady stuff for a 25-year old!

Post-military, he "used" the above skills to boringly coast along through a variety of frustrating, venal, lowlife gigsworking in various advertising agencies as a writer, then salesman (oh, right "Account Executive)." Re: that he quips: "Selling advertising seems the closest thing there is to pure con-artistry. That's because (a) there's often no "there, there" (no real product of value), and also the clientswhile gut-level knowing thatalso (b) believe that they HAVE to pay for advertising, since it's the Thing To Do. It was so strange working in a situation where no one has their heart in anything and yet it's VERBOTEN to ever comment on that!

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