Thursday, March 1, 2001


Yesterday I got behind a Cadillac with the license plate "DNA". I started imagining the driver was some DNA splicing scientist. Or a famous biologist that's searching for the secret of life. A Nobel Peace Prize winning research doctor. Perhaps a forensic investigator that can track a killer by the dna left at the crime scene by way of a toenail. It didn't occur to me until later that maybe the driver's name was Don Nicholas Adams or Diane Nadine Atkinson.

Needless to say, my thoughts were loftier than those I had when I got behind the Honda last week bearing the bumper sticker "I love to fart".

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