It happened one December . . . I think. It's just likely to have occurred closer to Black Friday. In any event, one wintry day my block's self-appointed grandmother to all called me regarding the local traffic circle's seasonal decorations, which she lovingly curates throughout the year.
She wanted to know: Did I, a heathen and reprobate who lives within a convenient walking distance from her home, find them offensive? She asked because a driver pulled up to her as she was staging that year's display and irately scolded her for placing Christmas iconography on taxpayer-funded property.
