Did anyone else grow up watching the Beverly Hillbillies? The Possum Day Parade. In the conclusion of a two-part story arc, Mr. Drysdale is still trying to convince the city of Beverly Hills -- and its neighboring communities -- to stage a Possum Day parade so that the Clampetts will not return to the Ozarks. Meanwhile, Granny has convinced herself that her principal competition for the coveted title of Possum Queen is none other than Mrs. Drysdale.

I've decided it's all Granny's fault. Varmints. Co Pilots. Why I see them. Although I'm sure hoping I don't run into a Possum Queen. That sounds positively scary. But here in The City Different, Santa Fe, with more ... er ... free spirits per square foot than most small towns in the U.S.A., there's always the possibility.

Remember how this maven of the Clampett family used to cook up a whole mess of possum stew.

I'm not sure about hats. (The above baby possums are rescues, I gather. The fur hat was donated by the Humane Society for a possum pouch.)

Go on, git, ya varmint!