It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no god.
— Thomas Jefferson
He set them around his yard like birdhouses — small, painted boxes, all colors — and that’s what I thought they were, at first. He’s overdoing it, I said to myself, though I like birds well enough. He didn’t put seed in, as far as I could tell, though I don’t spend all my time looking. But last night there were candles in all those whatever-they-ares, and I saw him, my neighbor, going from one to the next, kneeling at each and chanting.
