Sniffing out life’s changes for the OG

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Used to always be when a certain odor hit me when I was behind the wheel, my eyes would start searching for the dead skunk in the middle of the road, as the song of my youth that still rattles around my brain courtesy of Loudon Wainwright III heralds.

But now this certified Retired Guy and OG is forcing his brain to become accustomed to changing state laws.

Skunk smells aren’t always from the animal in Central New York.

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More and more of those who do seem to be lighting up in their vehicles, my still-working nose tells me at this red light and that parking lot.

To think half a century ago towels were stuck under dorm room doors. Yeah, one of my roommates would put roadkill critters in our fridge for his taxidermy class.

9 thoughts on “Sniffing out life’s changes for the OG

  1. It was a hard and fast rule among myself and my roommates in school, Mark…leave all roadkill outside of our refrigerator. Of course, none of us were taking taxidermy classes so we had a good chance of abiding by that rule lol.

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    • My roommate was a good guy, Bruce. Most often he’d leave me a note awaiting my later-than-him return to our room that said “Sub in the fridge,” having left half of his for me to chow down while he slept, retiring earlier than I.

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  2. No skunks in the fridge I hope, Bro. Mark. There was a family of skunks living in one of our barns and every morning they walked past our open windows on their way to wherever they spent the day. Did you know the best way to eliminate that odor is to light a match? The Sulphur odor of the match overwhelms the odor even from a family of skunks. Just a bit of useless trivia. None of my kids smoked so no problems there, but my dad looked like a chimney all while I was growing up. No one knew way back then what we all know now.

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