Today my sweet you would have been sixty three years of age. So Happy Birthday!
I think you tried to play a trick on me by skunking Boo at six this morning... I spent my morning washing away the odour.
Yes, I remember the skunk we had living under the porch in Mattapoisett. We fed him for three years. A very polite skunk, never a scent. Just a couple of frights late at night when we came home. The white streak humping around the back gate.
Anyway the cosmic joke on you, is that Boo still smells and he is sleeping under the bed next to you! HA
Still miss you every day.
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Happy birthday, old man. May the Buddha keep you in his mouth always.
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