I'm Still Not a Fan

Having hated raccoons for many years now, I was eager to give them a chance when I found their champion in this book written in 1966. Hmmm . . . this guy made a living as an editor? Apparently I missed my era (and so did you.) The writing was tepid at best, and the book was more about people who "owned" raccoons than the "brightest people" themselves. Read the back cover and be done with it.