the Goat Lady

Karin, the Goat Lady, lived in the woods behind my house on Lopez, and in exchange for goats milk, I let her keep her goats in a small pasture I had across from my house. One day she told me about the glowing light coming out of my house when she walked by at night...my little black and white TV, which I watched mostly for sports and news. This was in my Chuck-the-box-maker days, and a few days later I gave her a small hinged box I made out of walnut. In it was the plug from the TV. I gave the TV to my niece down in Seattle...after I attached a new plug.

"Easy Does It", the Head goat. Photo by Pat Reinholz