I could not help wondering how this plate came to be. Was it simply random letter assignment at the license plate factory, or is there a dark, possibly smelly, secret to it. Some preposterous theories began to grow deep inside my little brain but I quickly put them aside, thinking that they could be as all wet as the diver between the numbers and the “POO.” Perhaps I best just leave it that way.
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs.
This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.
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