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Halloween Post Script

Halloween down here is like Christmas down here.  There's something weird about wearing shorts and a T when it should be cold and wet or for Christmas, cold and snowy.  Into the breach, once more, as we tagged along on another interesting neighborhood walk on the spookiest day of the year.  



This year's participants were Moana, checking whatever one checks before the long walk.


And a little butterfly.  See that dollar in the bucket?  Some lady walked by and we were organizing the march and just handed the girls a dollar bill.  Huh.


Today you can find a pattern to help with your pumpkin carving.  I liked this VW bug pumpkin.




Nicely done mummy dummy in a yard.




We made sure we stopped at the place that cooks hot dogs for trick-or-treaters.  





Even T-Rexes likes those dogs but how they eat them remains a mystery.




Nice minion set-up.




 Another pumpkin but this one was painted black.  I liked it.



By far the creepiest thing was Pennywise standing on the street corner.  Alone, just staring at people walking by.  Never got out of character - I said nice job but they kept staring.  Never spoke, never laughed.  Just stared and watched.  Man was that spooky.

Then the favorite time for the kids - home to evaluate the goodies, and me, get to declare victory and return to Sinkhole Estates.    

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