I drive by this house two or three times a day. Yesterday I spotted this truck and the image has haunted me. A dozen question immediately popped into my head (in no particular order):

• Where did all of this stuff come from? This house or was it brought from somewhere? And why bring it here?
• When did the tire go flat? On the way to this house (unlikely) or after it got here?
• Did someone really drive down the highway like this?
• Is the thin strap really the only thing holding the riding mower to the tail-gate?

I drove by the house later in the day and the truck was parked in the same spot but with all four tires… and the bed was empty.

• Where did they take it? The dump? Someone else’s home?
• Were they really able to jack the truck up and change the tire without unloading all the shit?
• Not truck related, but what about that mailbox? It has been that way for years and I can’t believe the mail carrier hasn’t insisted they fix it so he/she doesn’t have to fall out the truck to put mail in.

It’s become a thang to position oneself in front of a wall of books for the zoom session or CNN interview. I’ve decided to go a different direction.

My friend George kept his cat food in a metal cabinet to keep it from the raccoons. The figured out how to work the latch and open the doors. So he started locking the doors. They found the key (hanging on a hook nearby) and stole it. He had to break the latch to open the doors. Problem solved.