Happy Halloween from the North Shore of Lake Superior. Back in the day I would have bought candy and found someone to hand it out back at home, partly so the younger neighbor kids wouldn't miss out and partly so the older kids wouldn't egg my house. So few kids have come by the last five years or so that I don't bat an eye now. That's sad, but what has been really annoying has been to see the houses of those now grown up trick or treaters all dark and silent on Halloween now. Maybe when their kids have kids the neighborhood will come alive again for Halloween. I'd like that.
There was a good crowd up here over the weekend. My dad is up as was my sister and her friend. Neither the friend nor my dad had ever seen The Shining, so we lit a fire and watched that on Saturday night. I hadn't seen it in years so I enjoyed watching it again too. It was a lot of fun and Dad confessed that he never understood the joke before when one of us would chime in with "Redrum, REDRUM!" in some discussion or another. We had a little fun with that. Gee, Dad, what did you think, that your kids were borderline retarded?
Anyway, it was a good time and nobody woke up screaming in the middle of the night. Okay, I admit I wrote "Redrum" in a bathroom mirror and got a little reaction from that, but give me some credit: I successfully resisted the ax and the "here's Johnny!" bit.
I consider that quite splendid behavior on my part.