Sometimes the universe provides a conflagration of events which defy description â€“ yet demand our attention. Two news stories crossed through my inbox at exactly the same time-place axis. One is of historical road trip significance â€“ the passing of the immortal John Houghtaling, the motel worldâ€™s answer to the Pope. Thousands of devout motel goers in the 60â€™s and 70â€™s prayed at the altar of his Magic Finger beds. Put a quarter in the slot, and allow the father or the son or the spirit to transport you to the rapture. Letâ€™s take a moment to honour that memory, shall we?
Just as this news sank in, another event was occurring on the other side of the globe, which gave me pause: the opening of Chinaâ€™s first penis restaurant. Coincidence? Members of the newly erected Guo-li-zhuang restaurant can chow down on all manner of male danglies â€“ from a yakâ€™s knob to ox testicles. The upshot is that, just like those heavenly beds, you can go forever. John, is that you? Have you come back as Mr. Wang?