Brazos John

In Germany, on the autobahn, people drive on the right side (same as America), and stay out of the left lane, except to pass or haul ass. If you're in the left lane and a BMW comes up behind you, he'll flash his headlights, signaling you to get the hell out of the way. Do so, and let him haul ass. For fun, try to catch him! You'll never forget it! And, if you're boogying in the fast lane, folks will let YOU pass. German drivers are SO much more polite than us American drivers. Present company excepted, of course. And to exit the autobahn, slow down and look for the AUSFAHRT sign. I kid you not. Happy Motoring!

I don't even know what I would do if I saw that hanging on the back porch!!!

Are they edible? If so, YUM! Get me a bucket of melted butter!

What in the world are these? They look like crabs, but crabs don't usually self-deliver to a barbie, do they? Or are they seeking revenge on crabs already eaten?

I have a bunch of these on 8-track!

Oops.

Now available at better grocers everywhere: It's Organic, It's Non-GMO, It's Raised on a Vegan Diet. It's Chicken of the Tree! It's humanely harvested without harm to other species of tree-dwellers. Choose between harvesting by round ball or by vehicle.

My son has a similar view as Boom Operator on a KC-10. Signed, His Proud Dad

I used to read my Dad's Playboys for the Gahan Wilson cartoons! The pictures were pretty, too!

No mask could be scarier than her actual face.

It took a second look to see that the names were misspelled from the originals. And I remember the little red tips. Those brands were instantly recognizable back then. Along with Marlboro in the flip-top box.

What are we looking at?

Is this current? That blue norther is blowing all the way down here! It's even snowing in Texas! Two days ago it was it the 90's. Damned cow farts!

That took a while, but it's worth the effort! I like well-written compositions, and the conversation (albeit one-sided) was wonderful! Like from a '40s romantic comedy with Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy.

That's so much like the American cowboy poets. They tell stories that take you to the place and time of the hero. There's no screen to watch, you have to listen with your ears, or read the pages with your eyes, and picture the action in your mind. Thanks for this, and for all of the other Aussie photos and things that you post.