My friend Eileen, known for her eagle eye when it comes to the subtleties of Americana, found this small prayer card for me at a religious statue and souvenir shop in downtown Boston. She instantly knew that I would see the wonderful inherent wackiness of this combination of Jesus, Boy Scouts, and a vision of St. George slaying the dragon. You figure out the semiotics.
Broiling or Frying Teenagers?
I found this little gem on the roof of my building one day, apparently a leftover from my landlord’s Memorial Day barbecue. I’m so enamored of this mysterious boxtop that I don’t even really want to know exactly what it is. I’m afraid that the brutal truth would only convince me that Meat-O-Mat really isn’t good for teenagers.