Friday, March 13, 2009

I Brake For Junkyards !

Don't ask me what this was all about. . . I have no clue. Why this woman's face was adorning the beat up old hulk of a car with all the glass busted out of the windows which I found in my wanderings on the island of Tenerife in 1994 is a mystery to me. But you may have started to realize by now, I love little mysteries like this that allow one to fully comprehend (or "grok" as Heinlein put it) just how deep the depths of unplumbed experience on this planet may be. . . there are wonders waiting to be discovered around any corner, just over the next hill, or in that junkyard you just drove by, but didn't stop at. . . well, call me what you will, but I stop at junkyards !
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