Heather and I volunteer at the hospital in Murray every Friday. For at least a year on our way there and back, we’d pass a house with a 20-foot skeleton. They were popular Halloween decorations a few years ago, and this family decided to keep it up year-round. (It’s a small house. Maybe they didn’t have the storage space.) Occasionally, the skeleton would be dressed to fit the season: a Santa hat, an American flag, etc. Last summer it wore a lei, coconut shells and a grass skirt. Then, when October came back around, the hula outfit disappeared. (Heather was deeply offended. A naked skeleton!) Last spring, a heavy wind blew the skull off and it stood there, headless, a few weeks. Finally, the whole skeleton just vanished. At times I think about leaving a note in their mailbox, asking them to replace the skeleton. I won’t do it, but I do think about it.
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