Luke and I went on a road trip to Topeka today. CB was on the golf course; summer school is over; and I had decided to try to do something other than sleep all day.
We had lunch at Red Robin. Clearly Luke was happy with his burger. He's got a bit of a Popeye thing doing on, don't you think?
Before you read further, you better get your magnifying glass or your binoculars. I'll wait.
We were on our way home, west bound on I 70, when Luke said "There was a zebra on that road back there!". Right. Sure there was....
Damn it, I thought (and, apparently said aloud) a zebra would have been a great picture of the day. The next thing I knew, Luke was turning the car around and we were in search of the zebra on the road.
Well, there was a zebra, but it's hard to see. I'll help you out: see the road that curves there on the far left? Just to the right of the turn in the road is a black spot then a larger dark area. The first black spot is the zebra. I'm not even kidding. I saw it!
Here's another shot. The zebra and the larger dark spot are nearly the same.
Okay, so this begs the question of what the hell is a zebra doing roaming the plains of Kansas? Was it walking down the road to check the mail? Maybe a letter from home was expected? Do you think the horses on this ranch make fun of the zebra? Is the zebra allowed to join in the horsey games played when humans aren't looking?
I remember one time Luke told me there was a dinosaur in his closet. Guess I should have looked.
