[Dumpster Baby]

I used to drive by one of those original lawn jockeys on my way to work. As the neighborhood changed the lawn jockey magically turned into a Mexican wearing a sombrero and a sash, probably for the self preservation of the home owner. As the neighborhood changed some more the jockey turned into a purely Caucasian cowboy with a vest and Stetson hat. I laughed my butt off. If the home owner wanted to stay alive and well he should have just retired the little s.o.b. rather than go to all that trouble painting and dressing him. LOL

[Daffynition]

HAHAHA! Near here, a quintessential 18th C colonial has two pink flamingos perched near an ancient stone fence. What makes it so incongruous is, the lady [I resume] of the house changes their ‘outfits’ for every holiday ... she must have a terrific sense of humor. Since it is in a designated historic district ...there maybe more to the story that I don’t know about.

Wish I had pix.