Dominican College of San Rafael - Firebrand Yearbook (San Rafael, CA)

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1968 Everybody died last year. Robert Kennedy, my aunt, Martin Luther King, Sister Thomas. Some were expected. others came as shocks. Each one brought a sense of loss. People gone forever. Not appreciated enough until too late. And then it's worse. Of course Perky was different. A little yellow canary locked up in a shiny gray metal cage. A delicate creature whose job was pleasure. It takes a while to know people. You have to know something about them. You have to know how to talk to them. You have to know so much that only comes with age. With animals all that doesnit mat- ter. A child can start a friendship without a single word. I was eight years old when I found him under the Christmas tree. A little yellow Hull that started chirping and rolling into a grand song the minute the sunlight tried to find him. He hopped back and forth between the two highest wooden bars with an occasional Hing on the swing inbetween. His shiny black eyes peered at me. He was so happy. I sat there half the day. Just watching. Playing the popular Perry Como records for him to accompany. He loved them. So we named him Perry Como with the accents on the last syllables. It seemed to fit his dainty diminutive size. But over the years he got to be known more casually as Perky or just plain Perk. He didn't care. It was fun taking care of him for a while. Changing his water. Giving him seed, egg cakes, and sometimes a little scrap of crisp green lettuce. Perk took his weekly baths on Saturdays. He would stubbornly demand his privacy. Not one tiny taloned foot would get near his oval blue l52