{"id":4181,"date":"2016-04-04T09:42:38","date_gmt":"2016-04-04T14:42:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.webomator.com\/?p=4181"},"modified":"2016-04-04T09:42:38","modified_gmt":"2016-04-04T14:42:38","slug":"the-barking-dog-of-pallini","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.webomator.com\/wordpress\/2016\/04\/04\/the-barking-dog-of-pallini\/","title":{"rendered":"The barking dog of Pallini"},"content":{"rendered":"<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.webomator.com\/grafx3\/blog\/Pallini_Tree_1979.jpg\" alt=\"Fantastic tree in Greece, 1979\" width=\"501\" height=\"671\" class=\"img_wide_open\">\n\n<p>Back in 1979-80 I spent a winter in Greece. It was colder than you&#8217;d expect, but it was <em>the cold of Sophocles<\/em>. So not so bad. <\/p>\n<p>I was there on a grant from a Canadian foundation. The idea was that I would broaden my artistic horizons and paint, which was exactly what I wanted to do, and so it was a good deal for me. I&#8217;m not sure how they felt about it.<\/p>\n<p>So The Best Girlfriend In The World Except For That One Thing and I settled into a little house, which everybody called a villa, in a village called Pallini outside of Athens. Pallini had been there for a long time; in Roman times it was the site of a marble quarry, and there were odd bits of marble sculptures all over our house&#8217;s long, narrow, steeply sloping yard. An old marble cornice was our doorstop.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;d been warned to keep the yard&#8217;s gate locked &#8220;or the Gypsies will get in&#8221; so of course we <em>never<\/em> locked the gate, but the Gypsies never showed up. I&#8217;ve always wondered where they were.<\/p>\n<p>We made this house our base of operations. We&#8217;d explore Athens, and we&#8217;d take off for short trips to Delphi and the North, but we&#8217;d always have the villa when we were done. And it was a nice place. We&#8217;d spend an afternoon visiting the son of the local vineyard, or we&#8217;d take off into the hills outside the village, or we&#8217;d mock the village goats, who were asking for it.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m pretty sure those trees up above were  Pallini trees. So you can see it was a nice place to wander in.<\/p>\n<p>There came a day when The Best Girlfriend In The World Except For That One Thing and I headed up the road out of the village and into the hills, and we went in a direction we&#8217;d never taken before. I don&#8217;t know why. But there are a lot of directions, when you think about it, and for whatever reason we&#8217;d just never used this one. It led us through a little valley.<\/p>\n<p>There was a farm on one side of the valley, and somewhere on that farm there was a dog. We never saw it. We heard it, though: it was barking. The dog would bark, and a moment later the echo of its bark would bounce back from the other side of the valley. So the dog would bark again.<\/p>\n<p>And the The Best Girlfriend In The World Except For That One Thing and I just stood there and listened for awhile. Bark; pause; echo; bark; pause; echo. Again and again.<\/p>\n<p>We were  witnesses to the ultimate straw man argument, in the ultimate echo chamber. Because that dog just couldn&#8217;t let  Echo Dog have the last word. In a way I can&#8217;t quite explain, this was one of the most profound moments of my life. I had the sense that the Universe was explaining a mystery to us. And I think I was right.<\/p>\n<p>A few hours later, The Best Girlfriend In The World Except For That One Thing and I came back through the valley. The dog was still barking. And although I know that <em>this <\/em>dog lost his argument with Echo Dog many years ago, I hope that his descendants have taken up the feud and are still out there barking, refusing to let Echo Dog have the last word even though &#8211; inevitably &#8211; he will.<\/p>\n<p>Because that&#8217;s what we do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Back in 1979-80 I spent a winter in Greece. It was colder than you&#8217;d expect, but it was the cold of Sophocles. 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