And he has shaped it as a babe that is to nurse and he has made two eyes of glass
Our neighbors are decorating for Halloween. This means giant inflatable ghosts, mummies, pumpkins, green-faced witches, vampire Winnie-the-Poohs, snowglobes full of mylar bats, et cetera, several of which glow at night and all of which are tasteless to the nth—yards full of this stuff, it's unbelievable. It makes me want to put up Halloween decorations of my own. Cornhusks, dog skulls, knots of old ribbon, branches of turning leaves. You know. Normal things.

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That can be fun. There was a Frosty outside of the Playwright Pub in Hamden, CT (1) last year which, slightly deflated, listed for a couple of weeks before its removal as if it were rather drunk.
(1) Not the restaurant downtown in New Haven, but the pub on Whitney Avenue. Did you ever go there,