This is Tyre of the Phoenicians, in modern Lebanon. Ancient, proud, and strong.
This is Tyre of the Truck, in modern America, early yesterday morning on a remote country road.
This is the beginning of King of Tyre, the gladiatorial sport that began after an attempt at changing the tyre ended in a fallen jack and before our friend from roadside assistance arrived.
These are the combatants at play, fierce and strong – – arrows in my quiver. If they are bruised today, call not CPS – – I’m bruised too.
You can’t buy this type of time with your children. The opportunity to put the phones away, play with a rock, or violently push each other off a tyre. What began as a frustrating interruption to our morning excursion, quickly became a memory that I will cherish for decades. I suspect they will too.
Long live the King of Tyre. And remember – – the only thing Pascal likes better than a good chili cheese dog is a bad pun.
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“King of Tyre Photo Series”. Pascal. My own work. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.5 via http://russellandpascal.com: Generously donated to those who have had or will have a flat.