I was driving my Mom to her 5th chemotherapy appointment yesterday (she’s battling breast cancer), when we happened across a dead skunk right at the entrance to the hospital. As expected, it STUNK. Holding my breath didn’t work. I ended up breathing the aroma in anyway as I gasped for breath a short time later. How appropriate that the skunk was killed at the entrance. My family is hoping Mom’s cancer is rendered as lifeless as that skunk now was. So far, so good. Life sure can be a stinker sometimes.