[Regarding “Skeleton Displays Fail to Charm,” Nov. 19, Xpress:]
I am a neighbor of the infamous skeleton house with direct line-of-sight viewing from multiple windows in my home. Perhaps it’s my recent diagnosis of osteopenia that attracts me to all those bones. Maybe I’m just more open-minded or I embrace Asheville weird.
Your reader from Weaverville, whose thoughtful concern I respect, should not “feel bad for their neighbors” or me. A lot of us embrace the creative displays that manifest several times per year. The highly topical and timely themes remind me of the speed with which “South Park” generates its episodes…