There are times when, as I am waking up, I can stay in a place that is even parts unconscious and conscious. I find in this state that my most absurd thoughts seem as normals as butter on toast.
For someone, building Carhenge was just as normal as spreading a pat of butter on homemade bread.
We were on the lookout for pressed pennies when we discovered this gem. It is in Alliance, Nebraska-a town that boasts of a Dairy Queen with the most exquisitely deep fried cauliflower. (I was unaware of the deep fried state of these veggies when I ordered them, but found myself perfectly delighted by my mistake.)