No Room For Souvenirs :-(

One of the bad (maybe good) things about riding a motorcycle is that there’s no room for accumulating souvenirs. But when the sales people at a roadside stop look like this, how could I resist?

Besides, these little knitted finger-puppets, which are obviously made specifically for my grandchildren, take up very little room and weigh next to nothing.

And they even had one that I think my son-in-law Nate may enjoy.  Is that really a Jayhawk?  March Madness!