You see them almost everywhere, passed out in the front yards of houses big and small, well-to-do and not-so. Sometimes they're alone. Other times in big gangs. We don't talk about it. We're just glad they aren't puking or panhandling. They show up in late October when it starts to get chilly, and linger until almost Valentine's Day.
Fraternity brothers?
Football fans?
The homeless?
Derelicts, addicts, and needle-sharers?
No.
The uninflated. Limp, ambitionless, uncared for Santas, snowmen, witches, Garfields, and other registered trademarks.
It's time to end the silence, America. Blow 'em up, or move 'em out!
Rawhide!
© 2010 Nancy L. Ruder
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