By the way, which one's Pink?

This morning I had a bad case of freeway hypnosis. Driving West on I-80 is like staring at a beginning artist's exercise in perspective drawing, except that the lane lines move.

After about twenty minutes, I overtook a big rig tractor without its trailer. It was a brilliant royal blue color, with something written on the back. Grateful for something new to look at, I watched it as I approached. In an airbrushed cursive arch were the words, "Comfortably Numb," and cavorting under the arch was a picture of Stimpy of Nickelodeon cartoon fame. I am not sure I like the idea of these truck drivers going home to smoke weed and watch cartoons while listening to Pink Floyd.

I pulled up alongside the tractor, curious to see how sober the driver looked. He glanced down at me and I stared at him, saucer-eyed, for just a moment. Mr. McFeely from Mister Rogers' Neighborhood was in the driver's seat. Minus the mailbag of course, and with an enormous white walrus mustache hanging over his mouth. I continued down the road home...