The most interesting thing I spied yesterday was traveling north on I-40 just on the outskirts of Memphis. Yes, it was traveling.
Newscoma and I were motoring along home Friday from our TPA conference and great fun blogger visits at the Drinking Liberally gathering when suddenly I spotted something vibrantly yellow and red roaring down an onramp to merge into the traffic just ahead of us.
A childhood memory was immediately evoked. I barked at Newscoma to whip out her handy digicam so I could fire off a few snaps.
I began to hum a few bars and sing a tune in my head. “Oh I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner. That is what I’d truly like to be. For if I was an Oscar Meyer weiner, everyone would be in love with me.”
We pulled up alongside an actual Weinermobile.
My pics didn’t do justice to the event. When we pulled up alongside the enourmous rolling hot dog, so much of this gigantic bun and frank combo loomed outside the camera’s frame.
Instead I present you this interpretation of the Interstate ecnounter.