Since we filled in the 1960s era pass-through in the wall connecting the kitchen and the family room, we’ve lived with a giant white space over the flat screen. The paneling is painted. Hard to match. Harder to drive a nail into. I didn’t want to hang something I’d regret.
Then I found Smaug, hanging out at the garage sale around the corner. He’s heavy, made of brass. I brought him home.
Polished him up with a solution of Kosher salt and Dawn dishwashing liquid.
Found a use for the left-over Christmas wrap in my closet.
Figured out exactly where he should live.
Tapped him into place with three finish nails.
There you have it. The Relocation of Smaug.
CRISPLY SPOKEN 
Looks like he picked the place for himself. He’ll bring good luck and he looks good too.
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