My last conversation with a skeleton was at an Albuquerque Starbucks, on Halloween.
Before that, I shared a sidewalk bench one sunny afternoon, with a man of bones in Tulum, Mexico.
There were several glorious skeletons painted on a wall in Cuenca, Ecuador that gave me good advice.
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 heading for his automobile needs to be more careful where he is walking.
It’s always bad luck to walk past a skeleton without taking off your hat.
Whether this skeleton is smiling or frowning depends entirely on how well you like the music behind him.