My Maine
Dad's Bear
By Monica Wood
After spotting the ursine marauder, Dad did not reach for a phone. He reached for a lawn chair.My eighty-two-year-old father-in-law has acquired a bear. Until now, it never occurred to me to worry about him. A retired machinist, he's the most capable guy I know. He can make a prizewinning lasagna, back a thirty-four-foot RV into a crooked campsite, repair a dishwasher in twenty minutes.
But a bear? On the phone this morning he describes the pillaging of his birdfeeders by an ursine marauder getting bolder by the hour.
