Don't See in Here

The moonroof edged out a CD player for my car, back in ‘93, but I had to have tunes – my tunes – on long drives.  I need to sing along at the top of my lungs to songs I’ve had years decades to memorize; I [...]

A postscript:

I filled the other car this morning, being veryverywickitcaffle not even to touch the camera hanging around my neck.  Hastened inside, so as not to appear to have mistaken the pump for long term parking.  [...]

It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it: I collect, among other things, snapshots of signs which tickle my funnybone.  (As always, hover for captions.)  Some stand alone, but others fall into natural categories – street names, for example.
Many are helpfully descriptive, but sometimes they get a little [...]

In a nod to Crazy Aunt Purl with the crazy LA gas prices, y’all, here’s the sign for my favorite only truck stop.  It’s 2½ miles from me, but I’m just now starting to capture in pixels its genial [...]