While walking the dog yesterday, we noticed a cherry picker parked on a neighboring street. A rental cherry picker. Big letters on the side said RENT ME, and provided an 800 number to call.

If I’d thought about it beforehand, I would have realized that rental cherry pickers existed. Of course they do. All kinds of equipment is for rent. Still, I thought it was a little funny. I’d only ever seen them in official use, such as by a city or town for needful repairs or tree-trimming along roads.

How about renting a cherry picker, not to do anything useful with it, but just to ride up and down and get a look around from treetop level? I mused out loud. Have your cousin Bob drive you around while you’re up top.

Lilly suggested that might be illegal. I allowed that it probably would be, besides being exceptionally dangerous. Something Florida Man might do, I continued, while good and drunk. And naked.