By the way, during my more-or-less annual trip to Jacksonville to visit family at Christmas, I saw a house in my daughter's neighborhood whose relatively small yard had one each of probably every blower-inflated lawn decoration on the market. Must have been fifty of 'em jammed into that yard like smoked oysters in a can. My daughter said that the neighborhood rumor is that the owner won some lottery money but has no desire to move to a bigger house or drive fancy car, so he spends the money on junk. Lots of junk.