No Flower

I suspect the Syracuse chamber of commerce would never adopt it, I've taken to thinking of this place as "Skunk City." I see (and smell) more of the li'l guys each month than I had in my whole life before arriving here. Part of me wonders if drunken students are responsible for triggering a number of the sprays that taint the campus area, but I've smelled skunk downtown too. Tonight I saw a particularly white and fluffy one under my bedroom window as Mary and I drove by, and thankfully I was careful as I approached my apartment because it was very near my door. I gave it time to wander down to the other end of the building before hurrying inside, my kitchen being wholly devoid of tomato soup.