Skeletal Remains

 On the last day of the latest Canada adventure, as we finally made it back towards the border on a blistering day, we stopped at the last Tim Horton's (at least the one that you'd bump into if you took 15 South as you headed for my favorite place to cross the border). Anyway, we were standing in line when a guy pulled it in a beautiful vintage car, which had a skeleton sitting in the passenger's seat. Of course, I immediately began chatting the guy up - and, of course, Kevin wondered why he ever travelled with me. The guy, yet another very nice Canadian, took me outside to show me the car and how he had set up the skeleton. It was pretty amazing. I asked him if he ever took his wife out for a ride; he said he did, although she had to ride in the backseat.

And what topped it off, the guy had adapted the skeleton so that its head swiveled. If you pulled up next to him at a stoplight he would get the head to turn to look at the people in the other car. I love Canada.