Always Buy The Best, Not The Farm

I am back on the road again, this time in Cordele, Georgia - the watermelon capitol of the world (they are very proud)! You can tell how interesting a place will be by what they consider themselves famous for and by the type of road kill you pass on your journey.

In the big city it is always a cat or dog, maybe a rat or pigeon, and in Philly's case, the occasional human. The closer you go to the suburbs the spoils become squirrels and possums. Further out deer and maybe a turkey or goose. In Louisiana I've seen rotting horses in trees, a bloated cow belly up and a pig on the side of the road, squashed gators and dozens of dogs on the highway that were left to fend for themselves by irresponsible owners. Don't get me started on those that leave a pet behind in times of disaster.

Well, today I saw a fox, a couple of skunks, and for my first time ever, a coyote. I was surprised to see it without a product from ACME nearby. I suppose that's how he bought the farm, inferior merchandise.