Decorating

When I first drove into the Missouri town that would be my home base for two years, I couldn't help but notice that the porch furniture of choice seemed to be couches. Not wicker couches, either, but regular stuffed-to-overstuffed fabric-covered (but sometimes leather) couches.

I don't know who came up with this design idea, or why, but it seemed to have caught on in that tiny town. I always thought it was a weird choice, and in fact it became one of the running jokes in my family: don't have a place for your couch? Put it on the porch!

I guess I shouldn't make fun, though, because as I was driving down the road today, I noticed a peculiar lawn decoration at the house across the street: a piano.

A real, possibly working piano, just set out in the grass like a birdbath or something. As far as I know, nobody ever plays it, so I don't think it's there to provide entertainment.

But then again, this is the same yard that regularly sports car parts and beer coolers.

Maybe they're making a statement. I just wish I knew what it was.