What is black and white and makes you run the other way? Just came within five paces of a skunk, a white skunk. At first I thought it was a cat, white, like Delilah, the feline next door. But the nose, its shape not its smell, left no doubt. Yup Skunk. I backed off, then shuffled away, sucked down an alternate route back to my room in sandled feet. With footfalls crunching on the walkway, echoes of shock from recent shootings surfaced, and with them, shame. The fear of getti