I’m sure many of you have seen Melissa McCarthy’s Sean Spicer skit on last night’s Saturday Night Live. As good as it was — and it was FABULOUS!!! — I actually clapped at 5:00 when she said Moose-lims and pulled the Folkmanis moose out of the box.
We acquired the moose puppet when YS was about 10 or 11. He promptly named him Bradley J. Moose and created an entire imaginary world, seemingly modeled on the Red Green Show, around him. Bradley belonged to the Moose Lodge, which was a pole barn in the woods. The members drove the Moosemobile to the bar. Bradley was kind of a drunk, which caused him to fly (!) erratically. Smokey and I joined in the fun, and Bradley became like another pet. His bad behavior seemed to be a convenient place for YS to put his own shortcomings and general teenaged angst (although YS was never a drunk; that attribute was purely imaginary).
The years went by, Bradley continued to charm us… except for Elder Son. He hated Bradley and the entire mythology that surrounded the puppet. There was one summer when Bradley disappeared. Since our household can best be described as loosey-goosey, no one thought too much about it. We figured Bradley had been misplaced and would turn up eventually.
In September, after ES had gone back to NYU, it occurred to me to ask him if he knew what had happened to Bradley. He emailed back, “No idea, blah blah blah, maybe look in the file cabinet in the basement.” Which was where we found Bradley.
Bradley continues to live with us, although he is lot quieter since YS left home. The moose’s latest place to perch is on the vacuum cleaner with the upright handle acting as the puppeteer’s hand. He watches Smokey and I as we go about our lives (the vacuum cleaner currently lives in the dining room) without comment, without judging, simply waiting for the day his boy comes home to re-animate him.