Thursday – All Hallowed's Eve

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about my conversation with the Angel of Death late last night. I paid him a visit after I unplugged my spooky lights and turned off the scary-sounds CD I had playing in a boom-box on my front porch. It was a good Halloween, though it got off to a slow start and I was worried for awhile. My first trick-or-treater didn't show up until almost 8 o'clock, two tween goths who made out like bandits because I thought they'd be my only visitors and I gave them heaping handfuls of candy to get rid of it. After them, others arrived in a steady stream for the next hour, and fear that I might run out and start having to hand out canned goods made me less generous with each progressing goblin.

Finally I had one last thing to take care off; I'd been wanting to ask the Carney a question since I drove by him that morning. At midnight when Halloween was officially over, I made a trip to the Ferris Wheel.

( Invisible costumes and other spooky fun )