I was out strolling the night before Thanksgiving (and all through the house/ the sounds of frustration with the dull carving knife would embarrass a mouse.) Some people managed to get their Christmas lights up early (not all that early, come to think of it.) So I cruised past one house and stopped to stare in awe and wonder at a set of four multi-colored plastic arches festooned with colored lights. On the underside of the arches, rotating balls like little disco balls cast puddles of swirling colored light on the driveway. At the end of the row of arches, close to the house and out of the wind, lurked the dinosaur. I was impressed.