The Three Eternal Questions of Our Age
I Drive. I Think. I Blog. I Am.
Later that day I was able to photograph other Ahysen murals around town:
Once, I had a breakdown in Oklahoma City, which required such extensive repair that I had to stay in a motel. I had plenty of time to visit the Oklahoma City Memorial. Much to my surprise, my former sculpture teacher, Charles Pebworth, had a sculpture in the Memorial's collection:
I see this building every time I go through Louisville, Kentucky by way of Interstate 64. I don't know what the building is, and I never have the time or place to stop and get a good picture of it. I had to get this photo while I was driving, so I apologize for not getting all of it, but I am still impressed with how well I did. On first glance, it looks like just a bunch of random stripes, as though it were just a modern painting (appealing enough to me), but if you let your eyes adjust, you may make out what appear to be three views of "The Louisville Lip."
Even at this point in the month, I still see many flags at half-staff, and yes, it's because of the death of former president Gerald Ford. I thought now would be a good time to record my thoughts about him.
I know that I am not the first to notice this, but- since it is January, after all, and this is the traditional time to look back at the previous year- we actually made it through a year without a deadly hurricane making landfall in the United States!
A recent trip to the Denver area produced the following experience- I had just finished parking at a Flying J, a truck stop chain notorious for their cramped and almost-impossible-to-park-in parking lots. Another driver approached me, all the while with a big smile on his face. I was thinking, "Oh no, this can't be good...can it?" I reluctanctly opened my window to greet him; here is what he had to say-
I'm going to have to do some setting up for this one- Here it is at the beginning of winter, and the heater in my truck wasn't working. My remedy for the situation was a portable electric heater that connects through one of the cigarette lighter-style electrical outlets located throughout the interior. I was in Denver (cold), so naturally, I didn't want to freeze my ass off when I was sleeping, so I let the heater run all night. This saves fuel, obviously, but it also runs down the battery.