Saturday brought torrential rains, wind, power outages, downed trees and a few damaged decorations. In the spirit of the Bard, the show must go on.
Sunday night we ran into one of our neighbors inside the Spirit of Halloween store. When her grand children realized we were “the graveyard people,” they told all the store clerks.
The clerks looked at us mystified until we explained our contribution to Halloween in the neighborhood.
Monday night the local driver’s education students put us on the training drive route. Nervous 15-year-olds drove up and down our street, ostensibly for driving practice. And they were not nervous because they saw this. Or were they?
We are far enough from the standard training route, the neighbors lined the street to wave and invite them back for Friday night.
No pressure there.
Tuesday night another neighbor stood in his driveway with his youngest teenage son discussing the final touches to their Halloween yard transformation. We stopped by to cheer them on.
Because if you build it they will come, doesn’t fly anymore without the rest of the village tossing their hats into the yard.
Wednesday night: Candy strategy night. Do we have enough? Because guano happens.
Now we are only one day away for those of you who celebrate on Halloween night . . . for those of you who have already celebrated, sit back and relax. And the rest of you who might share the Easter Bunny’s view. Well . . .
You know where I’ll be tomorrow night. Celebrating. So we’ll crank it up in the graveyard with Kool and The Gang. Take it away gentlemen.
Seventies costumes welcome.