W meets a park inhabitant less inclined to take orders.
Minutes later while casing a swanky neighborhood, we spied a skunk casually prowling around some stinking rich person's front lawn, but the little stripey fellow disappeared before I could get the damn car door open (probably a good thing, too--we were all out of tomato juice). Later I photographed an ersatz skunk in Reno, but W stuck his big fat head in the way. (How big does he think that hole is, anyhow?)
