Orange Lights and Pumpkins

It was a cold, cold night. Up and down our street porches and front lawns glowed with winking pumpkins, gigantic Casper balloons, gravestones, and orange lights. I did not get to watch Pumpkinhead, but there was still plentiful gore on the TV screen: hubby kept the TV on a station that featured an endless array of CSI re-runs. There were William Peterson, David Caruso, and Gary Sinise, all glowering and looking appropriately perturbed. We almost ran out of candy, a situation that drove hubby wild with anxiety. Perhaps he worried that one of the little darlings might decorate our cherry trees with toilet paper which (quick check outside this morning) did not happen. Activity peaked around 8 PM, with roving bands of teen-agers crossing back and forth across the street and knocking smartly on doors.

Here’s a list of sightings:

Witches– many. Black seemed to be the color of choice. Accessories fairly unimaginative: peaked hats, broomsticks, that sort of thing

Pirates– 1 (Oh, would that there had been a Johnny Depp impersonator!)

Luke Skywalker– 1

Darth Vader– 2

Angels (with green wings)– 2, though I suspect the second sighting might actually have been the same person as the one who came before and emptied the bowl of Reese’s peanut butter cups.

“Scream” stalkers– 2 (or 3) fairly tall specimens, though it was hard to tell since, by the time I opened the door, they were already halfway across our lawn bearing away the ENTIRE bowl of candy I’d just re-filled and set on the front porch.

Vampires– 2, including one fairly aggressive creature who bared his fangs at me repeatedly.

Things I am grateful for:

That I did not ask the little boy dressed in a brown tunic and brown tights and leather belt if he was Robin Hood before he volunteered the information that he was Luke Skywalker.

That I managed to give away most of the candy (everything except for five Kit Kat bars), thereby ensuring svelte figure for at least a few more weeks, before the holiday food extravaganza hits.

That no one tripped over our ceramic pumpkins, which happened last year.

Characters from past Halloweens that I missed the most:

President impersonators. One year I saw Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, and Ronald Reagan within minutes of each other. Strange that I’ve never seen a Bill Clinton, or, for that matter, a Bush I or Bush II. Hillary would have been a kick. So would Condoleeza. Or Cheney (he, he, he– I’d have to ask him to stand clear of the porch if he were holding a BB gun.).

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