God bless cell phone cameras. Without them, I'd be forced to describe this scene with an array of weakly descriptive words that would never do it justice.

What is he doing, you ask? Perhaps he's engaging in a one-man anti-war protest? Negative. Is he establishing his rightful place in the teenage male dominance rankings by following through on a dare? It's possible.

Truth is, he's hoping to encourage passing motorists to pull over for a car wash.

Yes, it's usually the cheerleaders you see on the side of the road flashing their school spirit in an effort to raise funds for...cheerleading, I think. So part of me was glad to see the guys parading on Boadway. But then part of me wasn't glad to see it at all.

What happened to the old-school ways of making money? Baked goods or rocks with eyes and mouths painted on them?

I remember, not so long ago, the best way to make some change was a scavenger hunt. A fifth-grader-concocted scam scavenger hunt (I honestly think this was the start of what would become a life-long downward spiral).

A scam scavenger hunt's most important element was a carefully crafted list of 'needed items.' Household items like thread, pop tops, a plastic spoon, a straw, a pencil, a stamp would populate the list (the list would be typed, to reinforce its authenticity). The final item on the list: a quarter.

But you already have all these items - collected from your own home and put into a plastic bag - all of them but the quarter, of course.

So you go knock on your neighbor's door and explain to them that, yes, it's your birthday. And yes, it does seem like you just had a birthday. And your mom planned this great scavenger hunt and you've almost got everything on the list (flash bag of goods and authentic list with everything but 'One Quarter' already checked off).

Neighbor kindly digs out a quarter from a change purse or a pocket or a jar and drops it into the bag and you happily bounce around the front porch in celebration. And then you go knock on another neighbor's door and repeat the process.

In 30 minutes, you and a couple of friends could raise enough funds for a 7-11 shopping spree (selecting the best of the best from the bottom shelf 5-cent candy).

I know, it sounds awful. Though I did grow up and start working for a living, so my parents did manage to instill some sense of morality in me. But I guess, if I’m going to be fair, I can’t knock a guy for standing on the street with no pants on.

Ah, the things we do for money.