Having a Royal Time

Delight in the simple joys of pumpkin carving:
  • Pick out an ugly pumpkin for a little natural inspiration.

  • Fear an errant knife gash into hand meat when your oversized blade slips erratically.

  • Scoop out fistfuls of goopy guts.

  • Carve a silly grin on that smug squash.

Truly, their gaze, it pierces straight to the soul.


Our crude pagan idols were successful at repelling nearly all neighborhood children. The audacious few who made it to the front door were rewarded with off-brand Dollar Tree candies.



Later, Eliz and I were invited by one of her classmates to a traditional Halloween costume party. We intentionally arrived late, of course, but somehow found ourselves at the party before our host. The first few minutes--when half the guests thought we were two strangers crashing the party--were priceless. A sixer of PBR tall boys smoothed things out, and soon enough we were mingling with what turned out to be a great group of people.

I met a very thoughtful budding eco-terrorist dressed as The Mahatma. I think we're going to get beers sometime this week.





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