peace, out.

I couldn't help taking this picture. I fought the urge...punch, dance, jab, left hook, dodge, dance. I think you'll find I'm in a horribly jaded and sarcastic mood this week; don't worry, it'll soon be over. This was on the rear window of a GMC Yukon in a parking lot in Florida. I've got no idea how this fits into the realm of a 'memory'; I'm used to the vans parked here in W. Arlington that have inspirational toasts to the various churches and Christ, but I'm absolutely at a loss about the Yukon props.

It's not wrong, it's just confusing: a Yukon and 'loving memory of..."?

T