RANDOM THOUGHT ALERTS!!! (Vol. 1, No. 6)

There are days when I feel like I've betrayed the legacy of Rosa Parks, Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., Ralph Abernathy and everyone who participated in the year-long Montgomery bus boycott.  As much hell as Parks endured for sitting at the front of the bus and as much walking as the boycott participants did in lieu of financially supporting the Montgomery City Lines, I should at least sit in a spot halfway between the front and the back, right?  Well, ever since I've been catching the Metrobus, my inclination has been to either sit at one of the window seats or in the middle seat at the very back of the bus.  The reasons have varied between looking out the rear window of the old school GMC "Fishbowl" and Flxible "New Look" buses, having more space to sit on the five-seat row because passengers often don't sit between people and (perhaps the most noble reason of all) leaving the seats closer to the front for the elderly, the disabled, women to have first dibs.  No matter the reason, I usually don't feel but so bad because I fully exercise my right and my choice to sit at the back of the bus in lieu of being ordered to sit there, and that's what gives me confidence that Ms. Parks isn't turning in her grave.  Now that I've given the most introspective and serious intro to a "RANDOM THOUGHT ALERTS!!!" post ever, let's have some fun, shall we...

RANDOM THOUGHT ALERTS!!! (Vol. 1, No. 4)

The easy part of doing "RANDOM THOUGHT ALERTS!!!" is sifting through my brain to recall the most random thoughts and observations throughout the week or month that will tickle every one of you who actually entertain me.  However, the hard part is figuring out an interesting introductory paragraph, but like everything else about this series, things just happen by the grace of God and often out of nowhere.  Hence, we have a lovely Maryland license plate and I'm sure you're wondering what's the significance of it.  Well, here's a secret about me: I'm a numbers fanatic and looking at the back of license plates allows me to feed my fetish.  The game is simple: I take the bigger number, divide it by the smaller number and see if I can get a quotient without a remainder.  I cannot in this case, but the way that my brain is setup, I said to myself, "If that bigger number was 9045, then the quotient would be 1005."  I'll break it down even further by a number like 3, 5, or 15 and come up with further quotients like 335, 201 and 67, respectively--and this is all in my head.  Yup...been this much of a certified dork since 1987, but I bet you'll ask me to figure out the tip at dinner instead of wasting your time with a calculator.  Now when you start talking calculus, that's the only time in my life when I needed a tutor, so I might not be the guy you wanna talk to about that.  With that said, let's get random, kiddies and ducklings...