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J U LY A U G U S T 2015 133 WORDS By Helen Coxe FILEPHOTOTRISHHARRINGTON Remember The Dog Man H e was a wraith he was real and out there is a cluster of people who can recall him. He would materialize unexpectedly out of nothing a loping Civ- il War refugee with his bedraggled troops strung in a line behind him. Circumstanc- es kept them always on the move. The Dog Man would never show if you went looking for him he was capricious that way and kept his schedule to himself. Such an ugly mot- ley bunch they were man and dogs One large gold dog near the end of the string had a frozen hind leg held always at half-mast while soldiering on three legs doing extra duty. The Dog Man did the baying when necessary and the dogs followed in silence dematerializing as they went absorbed by the shadows. Those days there wasnt much to the wa- terfront except decay but the decay was gen- erous. There were no sharp edges of prosper- ity hard between land and water. Splintered wood merged with the tides and mud or blended with crumbling asphalt and chunks of waste granite lavish spreads of broken bricks glass. Sometimes the sunlight would hit just right and the ground at your feet would sparkle flashing silver. Such beauty was a rare thing. The decay had a rich vari- ety to it a texture of homemade bread that was a feast for the eye. All the many stinks of the town and waterfront were there for the cataloguing and analyzing. The unattended waterfront enabled The Dog Man to live in lonely splendor in a re- claimed metal shack right at the waters edge with rotting pilings as his view. The Dog Man shifted moved on a whim to dif- ferent quarters but he always seemed to keep a roof over their heads. How did they manage the winters There must have been magic or perhaps there was compassion. Strange kind of benevolence a blind eye. The Dog Man had his roundsellips- es really is what they were. His unrecord- ed journeys rivaled those of Odysseus. He would cross streets with that undulating at- tenuating string of woeful canines fanning out behind like geese in flight the last an- imal just making it to the curb in time as the oncoming car with drivers patience stretched to the limit accelerated away. Leg- ends can begin this way. His persona was a fierce one. He was as grubby as his charges. Intimidating he loomed as alpha to the pack of followers that had been homeless before he gathered all of them to him. Down the Bob Solotaire streets lined with squat mean buildings that gave no hint of what they would be- come The Dog Man and his pack would walk and walk with purpose and his sharp commands echoed off the bricks. Man and dogs compelled the eye to look to see and to be repelled forcing most to scurry to a saf- er route or watch the wall while the Gentle-