August 12, 2008 – Adrianne lived off of a dirt road in the northern part of Washington County, in a small home. She stayed in a room her daughter and son-in-law had built after she lost her farm.
  She was wheeling for breath and Izzy and I came in, and she said, “hello, doll,” to Izzy and asked about him. She talked about her life on an upstate New York farm, and her penchant for taking in sick “critters,” from possums to rabbits and birds. She asked about izzy, and said it was clear he had gotten a lot of love, and that had healed him from his tough years on a farm, mostly alone and outside. It took me awhile to realize she meant me, because I was wondering how she might have thought that.
  Every breath was a challenge for her. “I just hope I go in my sleep one night.” After 15 minutes – Izzy lay at her feet – I saw she was struggling to talk and entertain us, so we said goodbye and left. She nodded that she would like us to come back.
  Adrianne pretended to be a lot tougher than she was, I think. I didn’t want to take a photo, or ask.
 On the way, we were pulled over by the Hudson Falls police who had set up a sidewalk crossing trap with a detective who stepped into the street, and then people were pulled over and ticketed if the detective thought they didn’t stop. Izzy and I got a ticket.