When I took the dog out for a walk tonight, I forgot for the who-knows-how-many-th time about the Halloween house up the street from us. The kitsch-fill yard that amounts to little more than hundreds (no exaggeration) of plastic Halloween characters all lined up shoulder to shoulder. There’s no thought to it, no attempt to create any kind of little scenes throughout the yard — just a bunch of plastic all lined up.
And it scares poor Clover to death every time we walk by there and one of the animated ones starts moving and talking.
