Having become more of a tea drinker in recent months, I took particular notice of a story in Tuesday’s Wall Street Journal which had as its main head: “Bigfoot Hunters Detect Signs of the Hairy Beast in Siberia.”

Having become more of a tea drinker in recent months, I took particular notice of a story in Tuesday’s Wall Street Journal which had as its main head: “Bigfoot Hunters Detect Signs of the Hairy Beast in Siberia.”

The subhead was: “Officials Host Conference, Offer Reward; “We Need To Sit Down With Him, Drink Some Tea.”

Wouldn’t you be inclined to check further about a story with headlines like that?

While in this country there are periodic mentions of signs of a hairy beast called Bigfoot or Sasquatch roaming the Northwest woods, the accounts don’t pan out. There is one indistinct photo of what could be a Bigfoot, or someone dressed up to look like one, but nothing more definite than that has surfaced as far as I know.

But in Russia’s Siberia great interest is now being shown in a similar hairy creature known there as Snow Person of Forest Creature. The name Yeti also identifies this strange individual. Television crews have been lured into going into caves to record signs of whoever or whatever has left footprints or bits of hair.           

What indicates the strength of the interest is the fact that a man has offered a million rubles, about $31,500, to anyone who finds a Yeti.

And this prospective donor of the million rubles told Russian television, “We need to sit down with him, drink some tea and talk about life.”

Who knew a Yeti would like a cup of tea?

My tea drinking begins with an early morning cup with a little sugar and milk added. If a Yeti ever turns up in Dover I’d be glad to share a cup with him, or preferably her.


Lack of a current insurance card in my car and an official invitation by a Dover policeman to produce one to a judge occasioned my visit on Saturday to Magistrate’s Court No. 7 at the western end of Bank Lane. 

What a difference in courts at this level since I was a reporter 50 years ago. Then they were much smaller in physical size and generally more informal. Now there is no mistaking the building and its interior as a court of consequence, which befits its role as the court which handles the great majority of appearances by citizens.

Since my appearance involved having proof that I did indeed possess valid insurance, the visit was a brief one and handled very pleasantly. From what I could see, the whole court atmosphere is not an intimidating one, although armed police are on the premises.


We hadn’t visited Fifer Orchards west of Wyoming for a while but did enjoy an experience Saturday at this “roadside stand” of huge proportions.

Yes, Fifer’s is by the side of a road but I would guess there isn’t a place anywhere in Delaware which has more of its own produce to sell. And it augments its many crops with sidelines like cakes and ice cream and any number of other tempting foods.

Our visit was to look at the pumpkins, which strike me as a happy fruit. They always  accompany the celebration of Halloween but also are the ingredient of my  favorite fall pie.

Another place now selling pumpkins is Christ Episcopal Church at the corner of Water and State Streets in Dover, where the proceeds are to benefit the church’s Youth Group. Pumpkin purchases can be made from noon to 7 p.m.


It’s natural to think of the Caesar Rodney School District as being entirely in Camden/Wyoming. But one of the district’s schools is within the city limits of Dover. It’s W. Reily Brown Elementary at 360 Webbs Lane.

And because it is within Dover’s limits, it is the only CR school to fly a City of Dover flag along with the flags of the United States and Delaware. 

It’s a bit of local trivia I didn’t know about until it was mentioned recently by, naturally enough, Mayor Carleton E. Carey of Dover.


It used to be that Canada geese migrated south from Canada during the winter and flew north to spend their warmer months. Things have changed. The abundant food on the Delmarva Peninsula has apparently influenced many of the big birds to forego that bothersome long flight north every year. Why not continue the good life right here?

You can see an especially large contingent of these beautiful birds in the area between U.S. Route 13 and the Dover Mall. The other day there were a few hundred geese in that area, which has the advantage of water along with a little grass.

Some Canada geese cling to the old ways, though, and lately we have heard the incessant talking back and forth among the new arrivals as they head for a day’s foraging in one of the corn fields around.

The geese may have become pests in some areas by frequenting places like golf courses but to me they remain a welcome signal to the change in weather. It’s refreshing to walk out in the early morning and take a breath of colder air.


An artist was asking the owner of an art gallery, where his paintings were on sale, if there had been any interest lately by anyone wanting to buy one of them.

“I do have some good news and some bad news about that,” the gallery owner said.

“The good news is that a gentleman inquired just the other day whether or not your paintings, which he liked and are very good, would have any greater value in the event of your death. I assured him they would certainly have greater value and he bought all 15 of the paintings you have on display here.”

“That’s wonderful!” the artist exclaimed. “What’s the bad news?”

Said the gallery owner: “The gentleman was your doctor!”