I saw an interesting license plate the other day. On a rather small Honda hybrid car, a 2 door with the back wheels covered by the body, was this plate. NEUTRD. This was a fairly small vehicle, like something you’d not be surprised to see a dozen clowns exit.

After laughing a bit, I had to imagine the driver. In my mind it was one of two types. On the one hand, it could be a tweed jacket with suede elbow patches wearing veterinarian with a salt and pepper beard, neatly trimmed micro ‘fro white guy who’s running into the mall for an Orange Julius and maybe some patio furniture.

The other possibility, as I imagined it, would be a burly, tattooed dude with a sleeveless flannel shirt and possibly a starter mullet. He traded in his Charger, or maybe restored Cougar because he fell in love with a hippie chick in a crunchy sun dress.

Spring is in the air and with it comes thoughts of attracted opposites, Romeo and Juliet/Hatfield and McCoy type romances. I’m such a sucker for melodrama – even when it’s just in my head.