Rynnote: I am on vacation until Tues., Aug. 11, but I lovingly leave you with a special vacation photo Snappy or Crappy. All pictures are from a previous summer vacation in New York City, where I love to visit after hightailing it out of there after 17 years. P.S. Only look at one photo each day, so it’s like you’re getting a new one every morning.

Enjoy!

This fun feature asks the audience to rate a trend, topic or sighting of something striking: is it Snappy or Crappy?

Shoot the clown

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. Hilarious! Where’s the ammo?

Crappy. I love clowns and this is downright mean.

View from the deck of the glorious, glamorous, grandiose, gorgeous, graceful Brooklyn Bridge

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. There’s no way the Brooklyn Bridge is not snappy.

Donkey with cart in Bensonhurst, Brooklyn

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. It exacts that Old World charm. In fact, it looks like it is left over from the Old World.

Crappy. That stinkin’ donkey is more hideous than the Snappy or Crappy doll on the Tucson porch.

Tourists on lower Broadway. Please note menacing figure in background who appears he’s conniving to mug them.

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. Tourists wholly amuse me. I like sending them in the wrong direction.

Crappy. Tourists wholly annoy me. I like sending them in the wrong direction.

Dead things in a gaggle

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. I’m fascinated with the dead.

Crappy. At least seeing this dead things photo means we won’t have to see that other NYC vacation dead things photo of the giant sewer rat.

Mottled corn

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. It reminds me of how much I love butter.

Crappy. I don’t get why someone would put this outside a food booth as a marketing device.

Garbage truck with hostages.

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. I always wondered what I should do with my old stuffed animals.

Crappy. This is not funny at all. Stuffed animals are supposed to be cuddly, cute and adored – not tethered to the front of a trash truck.

Coney Island’s historic Cyclone rollercoaster

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. I love roller coasters, especially those that are ancient and rickety.

Crappy. I’d never ride that death trap. It’s nearly 100 years old and feels it.

A REAL salt bagel

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. Wow. Yum. Awesome. I’m so sick of those fake frozen bagel blobs.

Crappy. If you eat this much salt, you may as well join the gaggle of dead things.

Graffiti van

What do you think? Please respond:

Snappy. Graffiti is a colorful and welcome art form as long as it’s done right.

Crappy. Never mind the clown, I’d shoot whomever did this to my van.

The Fourth of July gives us a smattering of incredible patriotic opportunities. We can dress in flag-inspired, garish garb or red, white and blue makeup we’d be loath to don the rest of the year. We can blow off our fingers with firecrackers.

But nothing can be more fun than reflecting on all things uniquely American.

Like SPAM. This all-American food is so versatile it can double as a paperweight, slimy hockey puck or be cooked into a casserole that makes your date escape through a bathroom window just so she doesn’t have to eat it.

Other foodstuff that originated in the great U.S. of A. includes Krispy Kreme, Coney Island’s Nathan’s Famous Hotdogs and Detroit’s scrumptious Buddy’s Pizza. Don’t forget our host of fast food franchises: McDonald’s, Jack-in-the-Box and especially one that bears the name of one of our finest states: Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Strange processed cheese products also seem to have a home in the heart of America. These include Cheez Whiz, which comes in a jar, tube or squirt can; and that fun, putty-like stuff called Velveeta.

And we wonder why Americans are blessed with obesity and heart disease.

We can always, however, dance off the weight with some uniquely American recording artists. Janis Joplin. Jimi Hendrix. Jim Morrison and a whole host of others who died from sudden and unexpected circumstances. Michael Jackson. Kurt Cobain.

Then there are the other American musicians we kind of wish would go away. Weird Al Yankovic. Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Dressing the part of an American is another way to pay tribute to this grand land. We can bedeck ourselves in Daisy Duke shorts, off-the-shoulder Flashdance tops, legwarmers, scrunchies and Member’s Only jackets.

I would also bet your bottom American dollar the U.S. is also the birthplace of the T-shirts that proclaim “My parents went to Nebraska and all I got was this dumb T-shirt” and the ones depicting a finger pointing to the left beneath the words “I’m with stupid.”

Some of the finest American landmarks sell those shirts, and our landmarks are admittedly very fine. We got Arizona’s Grand Canyon; Amarillo, Texas’s Cadillac Graveyard and half of Niagara Falls.

Other notable landmarks include New Mexico’s Carlsbad Caverns, which comes complete with bats; Route 66, which takes you from Chicago to California; and Tucson’s own Valley of the Moon.

Only in America can you find a host of some of the most impressive records. Like Don Gorske who holds the record for eating the most Big Macs. He made the Guinness World Record in 1987 with 18,250 Big Mac attacks, according to the website EccentricAmerica.com. The dude was up to 19,000 Big Macs in 2003.

What’s more American than that?

The world’s largest hairball and largest ball of paint also have their homes right here in America, both in Alexandria, Ind., to be exact.

The largest hairball, at a hefty 200 pounds, came from the city’s fair sewer system. And the World’s Largest Ball of Paint now resides there, as well, thanks to 26-plus years of labor from housepainter Mike Carmichael. He started with a standard baseball in 1977 and his since covered it with 17,300 coats of paint to weigh in at 1,100 pounds, according to the website EccentricAmerica.com.

Beat that, oh Blarney Stone and Eiffel Tower.

Even our monsters are cool. Bigfoot. Cujo. Jaws. Charles Manson.

But what most sets America apart from all other nations is its penchant for its toys.

Monster Trucks. Slip-n-Slide. The hula hoop. Miss Barbie. And the world would be in even uglier straits today if it weren’t for the invention of the uniquely American Slinky.

Ryn Gargulinski is a poet, artist and performer who adores American quirkiness and thinks Slinkys should be only made of metal. Listen to a preview of her column at 8:10 a.m. Thursdays on KLPX 96.1 FM. Listen to her webcast at 4 p.m. Fridays at Party934.com. Her column appears every Friday on Rynski’s Blogski. E-mail rynski@tucsoncitizen.com