Roadside wonders

I spend a lot of time wondering about things, but never enough time figuring out the details. So, maybe if I list my wondering stuff, someone will provide me some answers.

My most recent and most curious wondering is about the little ol' man with the cow heads who's parked along HWY 95 across from Wal Mart. Well, they're really cow skulls with ornaments dangling from them, and they're hanging out either side of his little ol' station wagon. He's been parked there all week, standing alongside his car, waving to every motorist.

I wonder if those are the only two cow heads he has or if the waves have softened enough good-hearted suckers to pull off the road ahead, turn around, come back and purchase a cow head for their shop or for their wife's next birthday present. It's possible those cowheads and those waves have been seen along other highways. I hope he has a big supply and that stock in cowhead sales is on the rise. I also hope he goes home at night.

Speaking of the Wal-Mart zone, I've wondered all summer about those boys standing in the ditch near the stoplight holding their signs advertising that the Dollar Store is going out of business. They've stood there for three months through rain and shine. I wonder if the Dollar Story is making any money by paying them to stand there, or if they, because they work for the Dollar Store, are earning a dollar a day.

I also wonder about things that show up on our road in the mornings. I always spot them while going out to get the paper. Three days ago, a single feminine athletic sock lay below the paperbox. I looked around for the mate and wondered where it might be. I also wondered what nocturnal activities caused it to be mateless below my paper box.

This morning while taking Kiwi out to get the paper, I wondered what jerk decided to throw both a pop can and one of those huge plastic beverage glasses out of their car onto the grass next to my driveway. I'm always wondering if anyone ever taught them that it's not nice to litter. Probably not.

I also wonder who decides to stop and pick up the hub caps when I put them under a big roadside pine tree for display after some poor soul has hit the wrong speed bump----er----pothole while driving too fast on Great Northern Road. I collect at least a dozen hub caps per year and put them out there for the taking. Just this last week, I had a trio lined up under the tree. Now, it's down to one----and the remaining one is the most expensive of the three.

I've always wondered what the fascinating attraction is on the road paralleling the railroad tracks across from our driveway. For years, at seemingly strategic times, a steady string of automobiles turns off Great Northern and takes that route. There's no apparent reason except----this just dawned on me---even that railroad right-a-way path is easier to maneuver than the city road. Maybe they don't lose their hubcaps back there.

Why didn't I think of that sooner???? All this time I thought drug pickups or clandestine sexual rendezvous might be involved. Silly me.

Enough wondering. Gonna get myself in trouble.