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March 5, 2008
In the center of the field was one of those mounted singing fish. This one was about four feet long and was on top of two fence posts. An older man was standing in front of him, hat on the ground, wearing a guitar and lip synching to the fish’s version of Achy Breaky Heart. To the left was a large structure built right over my metaphorical brain and using the doorway as its own doorway. Shaped like a large skull, and covered in a large heavy plastic dome, it sported large red blinking eyes sunk deep in black sockets.