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I'm up in South Dakota again. We left Tennessee Saturday morning. Spent the night in Tulsa. Then drove on up Sunday. We stopped in Nebraska to visit with some of bro's wife's family. Her grandmother was pretty sharp. She kept calling me Walter all through dinner because I'd suggested that name for the baby. And she touched me a lot. I'm irresistible to old ladies.

I kept bro's wife awake as she drove us out of Nebraska. We were cooking through South Dakota at about midnight when we saw a raccoon in the right lane. Wife tried to dodge it by going left but the dumb rascal ran the wrong way. This was a big raccoon too. Mike (big bro) said that it was probably a person wearing a raccoon costume. We laughed our asses off. Wife kept saying, "Ew. That's so gross. Dumb raccoon". Mike and I were about to die. She felt bad about hitting the poor thing. And I felt sorry for it too. But she did all she could to avoid it. We pulled into a gas station to make sure the four foot long raccoon didn't do any damage. Mike looked under the truck with a flashlight and he said he saw a blink. We laughed like crazy people. Mike took over driving and he said he needed a volunteer animal to show wife how to do it right. I laughed until I was hoarse. Wife said she hated us both.

So now we're gonna paste a raccoon picture on the side of a milk carton. As if his family doesn't know what happened and they're worried about him. Last seen kissing the bumper of a truck. That raccoon has given my brother and I so much joy. Lordy lord. I gotta hit the hay. byebye