One evening as I was driving into town, I noticed Arnie Peterson decorating a pile of junk on his lawn with Christmas lights. Being Ferndale, it didn’t raise my eyebrows too much. A few nights later Lori and I went out with friends to look at Christmas lights around town and stopped at Arnie’s to get the lowdown. Seems he just had a need to create, but the wife vetoed it. Of course when she left town…