Quotes from Greg Delanty

From Woody's Restaurant, Middlebury Today, noon, a young macho friendly waiter and three diners, business types—two males, one female— are in a quandary about the name of the duck paddling Otter Creek, the duck being brown, but too large to be a female mallard. They really want to know, and I'm the human-watcher behind the nook of my table, camouflaged by my stillness and nonchalant plumage. They really want to know. This sighting I record in the back of my Field Guide to People.