So many questions, grasshopper, so many questions

Some questions to ponder over the long 4^th of July weekend.

Where in the heck is the yellow corn truck that's always been in the pulloff across from Milton Hardware on White Mountain Highway?

Why did I wait until New Hampshire forced me to get a Bluetooth?

Will Bike Week still be around in 2525?

If we strung a camera showing the recycle bin to where the Lebanon Transfer Station manager sits inside his hut watching TV, and strung a wire allowing him to push the button to compact the recycle bin, could he then push both the trash and recycle compacting buttons thus saving the town about $15,000 a year? (Btw, the camera and wiring might be $500.)

Now that we know the Tri-City Arena (Rochester Fairgrounds) can draw a crowd, how long before we can get James Taylor up here?

Was that a panhandler carrying a sign saying "Homeless, please help" with an LL Bean backpack and Land's End khaki pants I saw at the Spaulding exit ramp onto Route 11 on Wednesday?

If someone says Prospect Hill Road in West Lebanon is barely passable and strewn with boulders, does that mean they have rocks in their head?

If Donald Trump and Carrot Top got into a fight, whose hair would win?

If I told you that Olive Garden was going to be among the tenants at Milton Crossing, would you believe me?

(Yeah, I know, that was cruel.)

Is Two Broke Girls the naughtiest comedy on network television?

Does anyone spend less than four hours a day watching mindless cat videos on You Tube?

If we need two people at the Lebanon Transfer Station for safety sake, then why don't we need two cops in every cop car, or two engineers on every train or two bus drivers with dual steering wheels on every bus?

Is there anybody whose eyes don't glaze over when they read the words "fiscal year" in a news story?

If exposing waste, fraud, nepotism and corruption in government is drama, then what is not exposing it? Comedy?