The rubber meets the road an awful lot these days. I pay $14 weekly in toll fare alone, frequenting distant lands like Durham and Franklin. NPR, travel mugs of Yerba Mate tea, and cruise control make the hour and-a-half to two hours behind the steering wheel each day bearable.

This morning, I tore right through the Yerba Mate tea bag when attempting to remove its paper wrapper. A substance like oregano, or maybe something less legitimate, spilled all over the counter and the lip of the dishwasher door. I swept the herbacious green flakes into the palm of my hand, sprinkling them into the garbage can. I was amused.

But, if pulverizing a tea bag was amusing, I was in for a pleasant commuter's surprise. After discovering that, unfortunately, NHPR simply rebroadcasts the previous evening's news in the morning I was drawn into scanning radio stations for something other than morning talk shows. Seeking past another "Unbelievable Trivia blah-blah-blah" I glanced back at the road. I hear this is a good, and even encouraged practice in highway safety. (Cruise control is not synonymous with auto pilot, I was sad to learn.) What to my astonishment did mine eyes behold? Well, a virtually life-sized moose straddling a PT Cruiser, of course!

New Hampshire has a lot of distinctive qualities. Granite, trees, a remarkably small coastline. We boast in an old man that finally took his own geological life, avalanche-style, quietly in the middle of the night. But, people of New Hampshire, I think we have much more to boast in! The ingenuity, the pure genius of a gigantic fiberglass moose traveling the terrains of Interstate 93? Friend to daily commuters and vacationers alike, the moose, I salute you!