And no! I was not high! Keith and I were on our way back from visiting a friend in the hospital yesterday and I saw the Mystery Machine from Scooby-Doo! You can't make this stuff up. I doubt it was the real one, but it sure 'nuff was rolling down Traffic Street in the direction of Diamond Jacks. Of course Keith was laughing at me because I totally turned into a dork. I was pointing as we drove Eastbound on I-20 like a child saying, "Mystery machine, mystery machine, mystery machine," like he didn't get it the first time.