How about those TVs! I was cruising about yesterday, but not for chicks ... too early in the season, and I was thinking about your report of vultures and that it was just about 'here' that I saw my FOY TV, just a few days after your report. My next thought was that it will probably be some time before I see my SOY TV. Less than a minute after that thought disappeared into the ether I saw my SOY TV, flying in my direction, at the same speed, so that we were in synchrony, veering ever closer until it was ten meters off the port bow, maybe 7 meters above the ground/shoulder. I felt like lowering the side window all the way and shouting, "where ya headed, myte," but that would be low-form, even for me. If only I could have continued along the road while also taking a shot out the window (head shot ... like in the movies). Alas, that would have been bad-form, even for me. It was a rather thrilling moment for someone my age. I half expected the director to shout "cut" but the director's chair was nowhere in sight. This all occurred on a concession road.
