I dropped Emily at her dance lesson yesterday and went to get gas. At the Shell Station I found men standing around the forecourt, looking poker-faced but somehow also hugely entertained. Some GUY with a big, brand new, shiny, red truuuuuuuuuck, pulling a big brand new shiny houseboat on a trailer, had forgotten to check the height restriction on the gas station canopy. The empirical evidence revealed that his house boat was in fact a coupla inches too tall or, to be even handed about the event, that the canopy was a coupla inches too low. There was much scratching of bellies and talk of how to solve the problem. Some other guy pulled his own truuuuuuck in behind the houseboat and was offering to use his mighty powerful engine to pull the whole shebang right outta there. For once, I knew the solution. I write, "for once," because I'm not good on the semiotics of hemis and other manly truckling subjects, but this particular issue was covered in an early edition of a comic, the "Beano" or the "Victor" or maybe something more dull, "Look and Learn" perhaps? I remember it being presented as a riddle, "A truck gets stuck under a bridge and all the men are stumped until a little boy proposes a simple solution." What has been interesting since the event is discovering who knows the solution and who doesn't. The parties seem divided by gender. Or maybe "Beano" reading. What do you do if you find that your truuuuck and brand new boathouse are wedged 'neath a leafless canopy? a) Call your in-surance agent? b) Un-hitch the trailer, ditch the boat and roar off? C) Let air out of the tires. Answers on the back of Sunday's poem, please to: David Ritchie Department of Manly and Gas Studies University of Life Arts and Sciences Portland, Oregon ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html