Every small town has some dumb claim to fame. I saw my favorite one – Norwich, OH. Norwich – “Home of the first recorded fatal traffic accident when a stagecoach flipped over.” Well, I’m sold. I was going to move into a town known more for ceramic kilns or perhaps the first house on stilts in the Northwest Territory, but give me horse drawn accidents all day. What was that meeting like? “OK, we need a claim to fame – go!” “My pal Ricky ate 12 hot dogs in one sitting at the Norwich Methodist Church social.” Anyone else? “I found a Dorito that looks like either Johnny Appleseed or Hillbilly Jim from pro wrastling at a party at that house on the hill.” Hmmm…let’s go with the fatality.
In other news, I was behind a truck w/ a Cummins engine. The esteemed gentleman had a graphic on the back that said, “I’d rather be Cummin’ than Stroken.” Yes, it was spelled just like that. I hope to have kids someday just to explain the difference b/w an engine and a orgasm. That sounds like a good time.