I was born into a family of raccoons in West Hollydale back in the 60's, and learned early the hand washing in the river was the most important part of life. After that, I started blogging about nothing in particular. Yes, there are some that fear me because my style is so raccoonish, but I cannot leave my childhood behind as I travel into the future with a backpack full of oatmeal cookies. Speedcat? Yes, that is raccoon for crazed blogging human.