The Skunk

Burlington, VT
NoLL

I can't resist telling this non-sailing story.

Around 20 years ago, I was driving home one night after a late day at the office. It was just around dusk, and it was just cooling off after a very hot day. I drove up the steep hill on Burlington's Main Street with my windows open. As stopped for a stop sign I was astounded to see a skunk trot across the street right in front of me. I sat and watched. The skunk crossed the street, crossed a lawn, and continued right up the steps of a fraternity house and in to the open front door.

It was one of the funniest things I ever saw. I couldn't help thinking that in a million years, none of the boys in that fraternity house would ever believe that the skunk walked in there on his own. They would forever believe that it must have been a prank by a rival fraternity. Tee hee.