I thought Halloween would be an appropriate time to bring Señor Benito Bernardo Bones, dangling from my rearview mirror, to the blog, but Halloween came and went and no mention. Then November 1—All Saints’ Day and Dia del Muerto—and still no word about my resident skeleton. Today is All Souls’ Day and the End of Daylight Savings. It’s now or never, I tell you.
I’ve been asked from time-to-time, the significance of the glow-in-the-dark skeleton hanging within view as I drive down the way. I’ve learned it’s off putting to some people. Death comes to mind; fear of the unknown; perhaps even thoughts of painful death. Others look at it and think Halloween thoughts of witches and ghouls and goblins and spooky such. Some see him as comical; others consider the idea a little eerie.
It brings a number of considerations to my mind. I think Señor Benito Bernardo Bones helps me keep things in perspective. This life, too, will pass, so I don’t have to be so serious, enjoy the moment. I’m going to die, that’s a certainty, but I’m alive now so I welcome the reminder my traveling companion imparts to loosen up and make the most of what I can do now, while I have the choice. With that there is a deep reverence for LIFE.
I also think Sr. BBBones keeps an eye socket on the road for me, making certain I avoid death on the roadway. Silly, no? So far, so good!
When I’m driving with the convertible top down, BB Bones dances a most merry jig! We both so enjoy our roadtrips! We carry on insightful conversations, as we see interesting places or things along the roadside together. He has a (bone)dry wit and is quick to point out things I might have overlooked. He’s simply an excellent touring escort.
When I know I’ll have a client in the car, I’ll carefully place Benito Bernardo to rest in the glove compartment. But afterwards, I quickly bring him back to life dancing from the mirror. When he’s not there, I miss his silly bones.
Want to come for a drive with me ‘n’ BBBones?
I’ve been asked from time-to-time, the significance of the glow-in-the-dark skeleton hanging within view as I drive down the way. I’ve learned it’s off putting to some people. Death comes to mind; fear of the unknown; perhaps even thoughts of painful death. Others look at it and think Halloween thoughts of witches and ghouls and goblins and spooky such. Some see him as comical; others consider the idea a little eerie.
It brings a number of considerations to my mind. I think Señor Benito Bernardo Bones helps me keep things in perspective. This life, too, will pass, so I don’t have to be so serious, enjoy the moment. I’m going to die, that’s a certainty, but I’m alive now so I welcome the reminder my traveling companion imparts to loosen up and make the most of what I can do now, while I have the choice. With that there is a deep reverence for LIFE.
I also think Sr. BBBones keeps an eye socket on the road for me, making certain I avoid death on the roadway. Silly, no? So far, so good!
When I’m driving with the convertible top down, BB Bones dances a most merry jig! We both so enjoy our roadtrips! We carry on insightful conversations, as we see interesting places or things along the roadside together. He has a (bone)dry wit and is quick to point out things I might have overlooked. He’s simply an excellent touring escort.
When I know I’ll have a client in the car, I’ll carefully place Benito Bernardo to rest in the glove compartment. But afterwards, I quickly bring him back to life dancing from the mirror. When he’s not there, I miss his silly bones.
Want to come for a drive with me ‘n’ BBBones?
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