Some folks like to display lawn art.
Some people have an urge to exhibit their own peculiar tastes, it's true.
The answer is yes, except , of course, if that broadcast emanates from the eccentric streets of Dogtown. When you pass by the corner again, maybe a month later, the music is still playing, some wistful familiar song. Frequent the corner with any regularity, and you'll soon discover the source of the music. It comes from a speaker positioned above the front door of a modest yet colorful home on Tamm. Persistent knocking around noon on a weekday brings a shirtless Leroy Huddleston to the door.