Is MM the DU-member with nonagenarian parents in SoCal who have a small commercially non-viable (or marginally viable) avocado orchard?
Some sort of citrus orchard that's occasionally raided by coyotes.
I suspect it has to do with his ancient father getting ready to depart this time and place, which is very sad, because the father is a better man than the son is. Why is it that the good always die before the bad?