I’m an observer. As a writer, I have to be. I get some of my best ideas while I’m out and about. As I drive along (usually at a crawl due to traffic) I see ‘stuff’ that either makes me laugh out loud of shake my head at the weirdness of the human condition. When I saw this sculpture last frigid February, I stopped on the calf-deep half-plowed sidewalk and had to take a photo. On the left is a sexy outfit in the window of a bra bar. In front is a saddled horse being ridden by a monkey of sorts. Standing by the horse’s head is what looks like a pioneer woman shepherding a gaggle of small animals. It takes some special…

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