D.O.P.-T.

[weofodthignen]

For a good month now, I've passed a small U-Haul van parked at the side of the street as I'm walking home from the bus stop. I don't know whether it's stolen or on some long-term contract. Instead of a tourist attraction in some random state, the side is decorated with a collage of snapshots submitted by renters: an assortment of mostly young people mugging for the camera, and one black labrador.