I pulled up to a red light on Saturday morning, next to an extended-cab Ford F-150 on my left and a relatively new Toyota Camry on my right. The light lasted a long while, so I entertained myself by looking around. The driver of the truck held something up to his nose, then passed it over to the front-seat passenger who took a deep sniff and handed it to the guys in the back seat who did the same thing. I admit, I stared at them until I figured out what they were doing: taking turns smelling a stick of deodorant. I turned away, trying to process whether they had confused the new drug known as Spice (K2, a blend of herbs, spices and synthetic cannabis) with the product the Old Spice guy has been hawking. When I looked to the right, all five of the people in the Camry, including the driver, had their phones raised in front of their faces, texting as fast as Miss Jane on the Beverly Hillbillies could type.
The light turned green, and all I could do as I drove away was to say Hmmmm.
You may have noticed that I have not contributed to The Davhee Repore that regularly this summer. Now that he is a college graduate and moving 1000 miles away, it borders on weird for me to write a blog about him. I am going to try mothballing his site for a while and if I have something to say, include it here. If I end up having more to say than I think I will, I'll write over there.
Here is a video that we made of his last few minutes at home. Don't expect too much in terms of content or videography.