Not Something You See Every Day

Tonight, it must have been around 10 p.m., I was driving down a major boulevard in this fair city of ours. As I was stopped at an intersection, I couldn't help but notice stopped directly opposite me a jacked up 4-wheeler with gray camouflage body paint, big fat heavy tread tires, and mounted on either side of the hood were these gigantic flags, one United States and the other Confederate. I think the only sight odder in the heart of this granolanutty town would have been if I'd seen them cruising Downtown or on Martin Luther King Boulevard. As the light changed and I passed by, I saw the prerequisite baseball cap and wife-beater T-shirt wearing red neck behind the wheel. I failed to register whether there was a gun rack mounted behind him or the obligatory fake bull balls dangling from the trailer hitch. I'm still kicking myself for not using my camera phone the way in which God intended.