This post is part of a series of editorials written by Bert Walsh during his tenure as president and past president of the Shasta Historical Society. Readers are advised that his humor is often irreverent and rarely politically correct.
Click here for the table of contents for the entire collection of his editorials.
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It's been a normal sort of summer; most of the creeks are drying up. We had just finished addressing the latest newsletter, and it seemed to me that I was going dry, too. Nothing had happened that was worth sharing in this issue. Then bingo, something really dynamic occurred: Evidently a skunk had been raiding the apple tree, and the dog had intervened. The result was blood all over the place and a really bad aura.
After all of the marital dialogue had died down, and I was cleaning the dog, the thought came to me that maybe animals have historical societies too. What we had witnessed here was probably an honest difference of opinion on acquisition policy. It must have been a really important meeting, too, because the cat didn't come in until 3:00 a.m. Carrying this a step farther, I reasoned that I was carrying out my proper function as Commander-in-Chief by cleaning up the mess and trying to get rid of the stink. Hillary, of course, got up later and let the cat in.
There are several lessons to be learned here. The dog learned that it is well to keep one's mouth shut when confronting a skunk. And I found out about a great preparation called Skunk Off. It does a real job of neutralizing the aftermath. There is still half a bottle left and it seems kind of selfish to hang on to it when there are so many folk in Washington, Sacramento and even locally who could use a few drops. How about it, gang, should we keep the Skunk Off in our archives as sort of a perpetual trophy, or does anyone have a better idea?
--BTW
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