She led us into her office where I got a run-down of the fifty different bikes on display. In addition to Park and his stroller, I was laden by my shoulder bag filled with writing pads and pens, my cell phone to record if necessary and my camera all of which had to be juggled to accept the hand extended in greeting. “And this must be Park, the birthday boy.” Park’s head cocked to one side at the sound of his name. “Nice to meet you,” she extended her hand in greeting then looked in the stroller. We must have been a sight indeed with a long-haired dachshund in a stroller heading into the lobby.Ī smiling woman with a bubbly voice met us. We arrived at the Ward Melville Heritage Organization’s Educational and Cultural Center, an impressive white colonial style building with black shutters anchoring Stony Brook Village, at the appointed time. I’m looking forward to meeting him,” she responded cheerily. I assured her, “We have a stroller that he loves, so he won’t be just walking around the exhibit hall.” “No problem. In fact, I think it’s sweet you don’t want to leave him home on his birthday. The cheerful voice of the curator replied, “I love dogs. He’s a perfect little gentleman when he travels, so could I possibly bring him with me?” I know it must sound silly, but I don’t want to leave him at home on his birthday. “My only hesitation about visiting the exhibit hall on July 3rd to write the article on your motorcycle exhibit is that my dachshund Park’s birthday is that day.
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