My mom and I would take Skippy for a run after school some times. We
drove down Parker Rd. to an undeveloped neighborhood with a street that
resembled a quarter mile race track. As we neared the ghostly street my dog
would pace frantically almost unable to contain his enthusiasm. Once we let him
out my mom drove around the street three or four times as Skippy chased us
like a Gray hound chasing the rabbit at a race track.