The same day we saw those crazy oil-drum elephants, we saw an interesting mural in Easton, PA. When I was stopped at the stop sign, for however long that is, I thought I saw something amiss in the mule barge mural. Then it hit me. I don’t ever remember seeing a horse with three knees on one leg! Maybe it’s me, but it’s odd. . .and wonderful.
I can picture the artist, swilling his huge brush in a hurry to get done before he/she was killed by on-coming idiots and him/her thinking, knee, knee, knee. I have to do a knuckly-knee. . .whizzzzzz. . . honk-honk. . .screech! Shit! That’s good enough! I’m done!