8 8 08 -- D8re ya, d8re ya, d0uble d8re ya...

I dare you, just guess this guy's last name!

Easier: guess the model. From St. Louis, a day late.

Isn't that a pretty airport?

Roy's been mowing more hay today. Loretta drove in to deliver him some refreshments. She opened the trunk to carry home a tractor part, and ...

egad! Loretta, where's your winter emergency clothes? Where's your bungee cords? Where's your sleeping bag? Where's your empty oil cans? Where's your operator's manual? Where's your used empty zip-lock bags? Where's your jumper cables? Where's your camp shovel? Where's your rags? Where's your power inverter? Where's your spare fuses? Where's your TOOL
BOX???

Roy dangle-waggled his slip-joint pliers like a dainty teacup, from the tractor, "Here's Loretta's tool box... hee hee."

So, what's in your trunk? (Uh, oh, another theme, another project).

Now, I dare you. Would YOU put your hand in there to pet Briggs, the elder War Kitten? Double dare?

All arms and legs.

I almost forgot, Roy reported catching a bluegill. Well, a couple other species, too, but he wasn't bragging about it.