Fright night

[muckefuck]

It was another good low-key Halloween. Visiting Hood Street has become my annual tradition now. I got there right about when they were closing down; several houses had "no more candy" signs posted (most of them crafted in advance, indicating what Serious Business trick-or-treating is on this street). It was all very amusing. One young man was dressed as a Ravenclaw in very authentic-looking academic robes and a candy-distributer said to him, "Is this the University of Chicago Harry Potter?" I lolled. And again when an animatronic girl threw her head back and screamed, eliciting shrieks from a gaggle of small fry. (One of them later started slapping the dummy and had to be shooed away by the homeowners, which was less amusing.)

I'd intended to keep JB company on his lonely porch but I'd stopped off to visit with Big Tim's across-the-street neighbours and ended up spending so much time with them that it was too close to when he was packing it in. Sounds like he was as tired as I was, so it's probably just as well that he went to bed early and I returned home to report back to the new neighbours (who had to stay in dealing with some seepage) and then retire to my reading.