Down the road from the Grandma up to Scott Town House is a four-square farmhouse on a corner lot; they often put out several inflatables during the Christmas season. I think in the beginning, they left them inflated all the time, as did a lot of people. Well, of course, energy costs are climbing, but that wasn’t my first thought when I went past that house a few days ago and saw piles of vinyl where inflatables once stood. It almost looked as if their vinyl clothes had been shucked off. All at once, I thought, “Oh, my gosh, it’s the Inflatable Rapture.”