Smokey and the Bandit. Jackie Gleason as Sheriff Buford T. Justice, "One jerk at a time."

Used to summer vacation on Bryant Pond, ME for years. There was an island with a formidable house on it and as I sat drinking my morning coffee, I wondered how they got the materials on the island to build. I figured they airlifted it, until I noticed the chart on the kitchen bulletin board. It listed how many inches or feet would allow what size/weight vehicle could drive over the ice. Mystery solved.

I work with and a blind sculptor and he could create a better work than this. Lazy vision. There is no sense of benevolence from the "giver" at all, let alone some kind of connection between the subjects. And, as has been mentioned, opens up all kinds of imagery from the sad history of the church over the decades. Unfortunate situation for the Priory.

How in the world does that not itch?

Great line from a song about identifying drivers by their cars I heard on Car Talk a while back.

"My BMW draws applause, I am not bound by traffic laws."

I can do that. Took police driver training/anti-kidnapping course a few years back. Wish I could get the chance to do it once in a while.

Why can't our ladies put the toilet seat back up when they leave the bathroom?

Country music - "Three chords and the truth."

I have driven professionally for 43 years. Ten with tractor trailers and 33 privately having taken police driver training courses. I would have a hard time trusting technology with my life like that, although I'm sure it will inevitably become common. I had a Lexus a while back that parallel-parked itself. The catch was you had to do the braking, while the car controlled the wheel. NO WAY! Either I do it or the car has to do it. No sharing.

@bookman, it should be Car and Passenger. :)

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." I was there start to finish. Pretty amazing in many ways. Somehow managed to lose my uncollected ticket years later.

Is that what you call, "Door through door service?"

When you described the photo, I imagined a father with a child cradled in his arms standing under the showerhead. Really surprised when I opened the actual picture! I'm amazed a parent would post this on social media. Most of us would agree that governmental agencies often run amuck...why give them fodder? Were there any adults in the room?

May I never need a drink that badly.

Was standing in the crowd waiting for a song to end before returning to my seat after hitting the bathroom in Levon Helms' barn in the winter of 2004 or 05, I think. Levon's Rambles always had the possibility of surprise quests showing up unannounced and as I glanced to my immediate right there is Dr. John! Wearing a Russian Cossack hat, he was majestically leaning on his ornately hand-carved cane, just watching the band and taking in the music. He looked my way and I quietly said, "Hey, Doc." With a warm smile, he cast a accepting nod towards me. Two songs later he was sitting in with Levon, the house band, and Johnnie Johnson (Chuck Berry's piano player for years) at the keys. He sang and played electric guitar out of respect to Johnson, who died within a year of so. One of many very cool moments at the barn for me.

My pastor wrote a good book called, "The Blue Jeans Gospel." His philosophy is that living The Gospel is hard enough, we shouldn't make it any harder on folks to come to Jesus.