I’ve had this model of it since I was a kid. It was kind of sad to catch the BBC news tonight and see the real thing in such a state.

I drove to Tennessee for the afternoon today, just because I could. If it weren’t almost three hours away, I’d drive to Bristol again tomorrow, just so it would be Monday and this place would be open, so I could eat there.

On walls and borders.

It probably comes as no surprise that, in general, I’m not a big fan of poetry. Maybe it’s just a reaction to all those high school papers I had to write over-analyzing The Waste Land, but using verse has always struck me as an extremely pretentious, obtuse, and (often) just plain silly means of making a point.

Why is it, though, that every time someone mentions a “poetry slam”, it fills my mind with happy visions of some new $1.99 breakfast combo at Denny’s?

Iambic omelette, anyone?

Mmmm. Inflatable drive-in.

Actuallly, it’s a pretty cool idea.