Today I saw a white cargo van with "The Mystery Machine" painted on the side in those familiar shades of blue, orange and green. I nearly caused a pileup looking for Scooby. You know how I get around the famous.
The guy driving was middle aged and didn't look anything like Shaggy or Fred. But he could have been. After all, most of us don't look as good as we did in the 1970s. Or even the 1980s.
The rear doors provided a phone number and a two-line description: ghost hunting and identification of paranormal activity.
I had to restrain myself from staying behind him when I needed to turn right. Truth be told, if I had had the time I would have followed him all day.