Saw a bear today.

On I-75, south of Chattanooga. Well, NEXT to I-75, really. Good thing, too.

A black bear came out of the bushes and cautiously started toward the shoulder of the highway. Then he saw a forty-ton monster roaring toward him at enourmous speed and hurried back into the brush. Sensible of him.

Never saw one in the "wild" before. That odd, seemingly-clumsy gait as he ran off. I've seen it in the movies, of course. But it's different when he's really there...