Treasures Along My Path

I don’t need no stinking SUV.

There’s a sad ending to my lifelong search for an answer to the question, “Where’s Waldo?” Investigators recently made a gruesome discovery of his partially dismembered co**se while construction workers were renovating an abandoned building in downtown Houston. RIP, Waldo.

Slice of life, Houston, TX.

Is there some unwritten rule among EV designers that the headlights have to look cartoonish?