There's a friend of mine "perpetually occupying" a place in of a certain park in Cali where the Dwyerville Giant is now laying on the ground. And he's in the Pacific from a spot near Shelter Cove.

More than one of our dogs is scattered in various places around.

Then again, I've been known to Question Authority at times.

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?