I couldn't help but smile. I passed a garage during my walk where I looked up to see this happy skeleton. Was she preparing to take part in a marching band routine? Was she a member of the percussion section, where she played the xylophone? Complete with party beads, shades and a feathery, glittered shako it would have to be a rattlin' good time!
I found her at Sam's garage, a tidy storage area with an interesting mix of miscellania, including room for actual vehicles. Sam graciously allowed me to take pictures of his skeleton, his bike and barber chairs. Shiny chrome, meticulously polished, and a sense of humor under the same roof. I thanked him, shook his hand and went on my way.
No comments:
Post a Comment