I know it's kind of hard to see, but take notice of the garage in the far left side of the photo below. We'll come back to it, later.
This is Tolly's, the restaraunt just a few blocks down the street from the house above.
Brandon worked here as a bus boy when he was in high school.
It was one night after work that it happened.
Brandon rode his bike home and do you see that garage below? That is the garage that I pointed out above, belonging to the house in which Brandon and his family lived. It was when Brandon was right about here on that dark evening that a black and white shape ran right in front of his bike. He heard, "SSSSSSSS," and was imediately overpowered by a lethal reek. He'd been skunked!
He ran into the house and changed his clothes, eager to get to the party he was going to with his friends. But the stench lingered, and when his friends came to pick him up they would barely let him into the car, he smelled so bad. To his everlasting embarrasment, the smell followed him to the party. It wasn't hard to trace the offensive odor to Brandon, and he was kicked out of the party and went home in shame. And even after many washings, all the clothes he was wearing when he was sprayed had to be thrown away, including the shoes.
I don't know why, but the boys love hearing Brandon tell this story. They just laugh and laugh and laugh.



































































