This and That – Alas, Poor Poindexter, I Knew Him, Horatio.

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Meanwhile, in other news: Some days are diamonds and others are…

Imagine my surprise this morning when I opened my kitchen door, and lo and behold, there lies poor, dead Poindexter the Possum.

But life must go forward, and so will he, right into a heavy plastic bag and into ye ol’ garbage can.

That is, unless one of you Mississippi boys wants him for possum stew. (LOL!)

Later Gaters… or should I say Later Possums?

(Originally posted September 2020)