My house smells pretty good now, thank you very much. Only the dog carries with him, at close range, some residual skunk smell. Lots of candles and small glasses containing cider vinegar seem to have done the trick.
And as the smell dissipates so too do my memories of my sociopath playmate and the weekend down the shore spent so many years ago, and “worms” of course, and the possible connections to meaning this word might have had. Did I, you may ask, guess or infer, based on those scant memories brought to life by the skunk’s glands, any possible rationale behind the strange actions of those card players I met in 1985?
The answer is absolutely not. I did spend some time thinking about it on Friday, and I remembered that I thought that the male in the couple (I don’t remember whether they were married or not) reminded me of Ruly Carpenter, who owned the Phillies when the won the World Series in 1980.
That’s him on the far right with the glasses.
So, there’s that. If I can recall anything else about this man and his probably wife I will post it immediately!!