The Hobgoblins Stood us Up Again


 


Yep, same as last year, except this time I was on my own with my very own Baskerville Hound to keep from going ballistic when the doorbell rang (John had a class last night). So there were around five or six doorbell rings. MacIntosh got very tired of being shoved into the ground floor lavatory at the sound of "ding-dong," but I didn't really want him scaring the kiddos.

By the time John came home, the teenage contingent was the only group prowling the streets and I was feeling thoroughly grumpy about the rude, grabby ways of some kids and the parents who stand behind them and beam beatifically at their darlings' proof of worthiness to someday run an oil company. I'm not much for Halloween as a holiday, but I suppose I got into the spirit by that point: I was the witch at the end of the street.
Posted: Tuesday - November 01, 2005 at 06:10 AM         | |

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