Way back in 1975 I was bringing my girlfriend, now my wife, to meet my parents for the first time. We drove up from Dana Point harbour and past a dead raccoon a couple blocks from my parents house.
We went to my parents house, I introduced my girlfriend excused myself and went to the garage for a shovel .
My dad came out and inquired about what I was doing, my girlfriend already knew, I told him I was going to bury a raccoon. I went and buried that raccoon. 46 years later friends live close to that spot.
It felt right way back when.
Still does.
