
Whilst on my rounds last Friday, I was checking on the performance ( and lack thereof) of my sweeping contractors.. LO and BEHOLD!! What do I find?
A poor deceased raccon......


It was quite obvious my sweeper kidz had been by there, but they didn't want to disturb Mr Racoon..

I whipped out my trusty cell phone communicator device and called 'E', international man of mystery..


"E's" job is ride herd on the kidz. After informing him of the problem he dialed his celly phone communicator device and contacted my favorite martian and illegal alien ARCTURO!! Two hours later, Mr Racoon was off to a new place, an out of the way place, a place of peace and quiet to spend eternity.. RIP Mr Racoon..
After a long day at the orifice, Inspector O'jete heads home..

to be greeted by his trusty mutt, BO BO, the wonder dog!!

Why is he a wonder dog? Simple, because you never know what he is going to tear up next...

I hang up my keys,

and call it a day, thankful that I'm not out playing in this again.


That was shot of Lake Worth on November 30. It was 21°F with a 30 to 50mph North wind. Freezing rain and snow. The pic was taken out the side window of the rig I was sanding the bridges with..
