Because of that bit of persistently immortal doggerel, the Joyce Kilmer Service Area on the New Jersey Turnpike has always struck me as the single most erotic locale in all of the so-called “Garden State”.

I missed you too, Marc. Thanks for reminding me what an a-hole you are. It’s much easier just to despise you.

Seriously, though, your point is grudgingly, hatefully, well-taken. I think I need to pick up a cheap, much smaller camera to carry around with me.

I think you ignore the raw carnality of our leafy friends, however. Surely you remember Joyce Kilmer’s erotically-charged paean:

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

Etc. Unclothe your buttoned-up little mind. Stop being so anthropocentric.

PS I am going to spell “pressed” like that from now on. Eg: I bench-prest 225 pounds last night.

Mouthful of dong. Really, Tom. It would be so much easier for a country to become more comfortable with their beautiful, obese nudity if it weren’t for sophomoric types such as you.

On a more serious note: this all occurred without your camera handy. Bra. Vo. Make sure we get some more pictures of trees. I’ll just imagine the naked fattie dancing in front of them.

I’m curt with you because I miss you.