Oh Dat Pepé Le Pew

Last night, we ushered over in White River Junction for Northern Stage's production of THE REAL THING by Tom Stoppard. I love Tom Stoppard's work (Shakespeare in Love is one of my favorite movies of all time) and as you would expect, this play was extraordinarily well-written.

The production was well acted but to be honest, the play's plot is somewhat inscrutable.

So why do I have an image of a Loony Tunes skunk here?

Because one of the very first signs of spring up here is driving through a patch of skunky miasma on a late winter evening. They are waking up, these black-and-white critters, and they perfume the air when they do.

This happened to us twice last night, in the space of seven miles.

Ooooh Pepé, welcome back to the Upper Valley!