The last skeleton I ran into was Freddie at an Albuquerque Starbucks, on Halloween.
Before that, I shared a sidewalk bench with a man of bones in Tulum, Mexico.
There were glorious skeletons painted on a wall in Cuenca, Ecuador overlooking the Rio Tomebamba.
Today, outside the Kaktus Brewing Company in Bernalillo, New Mexico, another set of bones greets me.
I wouldn’t swear to it but I believe this skeletons right toe is tapping to the music in perfect four four time.
Good blues can bring back the dead, but they often make us feel like we want to die first.
This gentleman needs to watch where he is walking.
It’s bad luck to walk past a skeleton without taking off your hat.