Fresh but fumy air

I'm glad Colin called in his exciting report from overseas so that my coattail riding (thanks, Jesse!) isn't so glaringly obvious and he handily brought up the topic of polluted air as well. Either way, it's nice to see a flurry of activity. It must be summer.

And in summer, one used to see an abundance of hitchhikers on the road. I actually saw two within the last pair of weeks and, surprised, it occurred to me that they aren't around that much. I guess out here in the sticks they are certainly more prevalent than on the 400 series of highways but it's still really gone down remarkably since the days of my carefree and careless youth. I have stuck my thumb out on several occasions but I've never picked anybody up while cruising alone but did with a friend on a couple of highly memorable drives. I let a hippie hiker crash on my couch once.

Thankfully, Hollywood (and other environs) has always kept track of coming and going fads and we have these films (and advertisements for them) as little time capsules and momentary trips back into carefree days of drifting in the sunny middle months. With their images and messages freshly restored in my mind, I think it's fair to say that I will be picking up the next needy traveler, and you should too.