THE NORSEMEN NEXT DOOR
I came home from work this evening to find the parking lot next to our house packed with cars, and our neighbors in the middle of constructing a 20-foot viking longboat on their front lawn. As I walked past the row of vehicles on my way inside, I noticed plastic viking helmets with faux blond hair in the open trunk of a hatchback.
"Huh," I thought. "A longboat." And then I went inside to make dinner.
It's only now, as our neighbors are in the middle of erecting a mast and sail at 10:45 at night, that I'm beginning to question my own blase reaction earlier this afternoon. You know you've truly acclimated to this town when your neighbors and 30-odd friends construct a ship on their front lawn and you don't even bat an eye.