My dad was a local delivery truck driver in the 60’s and 70’s. Every single night when he got home from work, I’d ask him, “Did you find anything in the street”?
This line of daily questioning started for me when dad showed me a pocketknife he’d found in the road. Weirdest thing he brought home was a dark brown Mink he saw get hit by a car. Thing looked like a weasel to me. My older brother took it to a taxidermist and had it mounted.
When my brother died, that mink went somewhere, probably a dumpster by one of his kids hands.
Wish I had it, now. I’d call it “Road Kill” or Roady for short.
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