Manhattan is no better, when it comes to this ghoulish garden gnome craze.

Driving down 96th Street and West End Avenue on a sunny sunday afternoon, I happen to look up so that I can enjoy the architectural features of these historic townhouses and this is what stares down at you - a terrifying, green, skeleton warlock zelig thing smoking a fag and wearing a bowler hat and looking like he is about to address the nation. Mind you he will probably talk more sense than you know who.