November 17, 2004
Dear Mr. Bush,
Janice and I play this game sometimes when we're walking the dog. We walk by a house with a particularly creepy figurine in the window--a ceramic baby with a ball, or a hobo boy with a little glass knapsack, perhaps--and one of us will say, "What were they thinking?" And the other will respond, "Seriously--don't they know those things come alive at night?"
And then we laugh, the two of us, imagining for even just a few seconds that the world is alive with magic, both good and evil.
Take care,
Dan
Janice and I play this game sometimes when we're walking the dog. We walk by a house with a particularly creepy figurine in the window--a ceramic baby with a ball, or a hobo boy with a little glass knapsack, perhaps--and one of us will say, "What were they thinking?" And the other will respond, "Seriously--don't they know those things come alive at night?"
And then we laugh, the two of us, imagining for even just a few seconds that the world is alive with magic, both good and evil.
Take care,
Dan
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