I never have a camera with me when I need it!

Why is it when there is a film-worthy moment, I never have a camera and vice versa?? Today while sitting in traffic on the interstate I was behind a truck (probably from Trafford; I couldn't see the license plate) pulling a trailer with a very homemade race car atop. I questioned whether the car had an engine or was just for show, but then decided if the fella went to the trouble to haul it from the Mel's garage to downtown Nashville that it probably was fully functional. This car was a sight and was sponsored by Mel's Tires. And emblazoned on the back of the car where I suppose the spoiler used to be, it said "In Memory of Fat Boy." I passed the driver of the truck who was, how do I say nicely, well, someone who may have been a native Traffordian. And then I wondered if this was Fat Boy's father? I kind of felt bad for Fat Boy. I would imagine there would be self-esteem, among other, problems to complement this nickname.

This memorable sighting also made me think of another day a few years ago that I spotted a very disheveled homeless man with a vocabulary worthy of the Scripps-Howard National spelling bee. Once again, I was sitting in traffic, waiting for a red light to change, and I look over and this guy's holding a sign that says "Hungry Assiduous Mendicant." Figuring Webster's isn't within arm's reach of your keyboard, this means diligent beggar. If I'd had a leftover banana or apple in my lunchbox, I would have rewarded his vocabulary and wittiness!


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