Three venues in town featured Halloween parties hosted by local merchants around our small town. Last year big winds pushed the clouds out of the sky. This year it pushed in close to two inches of torrential rain. At times we felt like we lived below Niagara Falls.
We knew we wouldn’t come close to last year’s 208. We hoped thirty to forty Trick or Treaters would sojourn to our front door. We crossed our fingers and toes.
Rainwater filled the wineglasses in our yard, snuffing out the 200 candles one-by-one.
We gave up relighting them.
The doorbell rang. Eighteen happy, partially drenched children crowded our porch. Then the van loads arrived on our street.
One hundred and thirty-five souls braved the weather and visited our graveyard. Thank you Peninsula Gateway for putting us on the front page.
This is some of what you would have seen if you had been here.
While the snake oil salesmen hung out at the bar, the harlequin held court at the entrance to the graveyard.
And it was storm-lashed.
While we did not shatter any attendance records, we did shatter a rain record for the day.
What is a special edition without music. “Shatter Me” by Lindsay Sterling, featuring Lzzy Hale. Take it away ladies.
Until next time.