I have patrolled the inner sanctum of this municipality—
Bell Street sector—and I am officially declaring a State of Decorative Emergency.
I am witnessing a total breakdown in
Aesthetic
Discipline.
We have a residence sporting a nine-foottall skeleton in the front yard.
Negative, Hamilton. It is not October. It is not “spooky season.” It is “Mow Your Grass and Square Away Your Porch” season. To the indi…
