November 1st, 2006


Pumpkins n'shit

My father usually hands out candy to the neighborhood kids, being on the corner of the street which hosts the festival each year in his small town in Texas. He does so with gaiety and gusto, often having as much fun as the children who come to his door.

But not this year. Call it the weather, call it exhaustion, either way, he chose not to participate. To ensure no callers, he turned out all the lights in the house, drew the blinds, turned off the porch light, and even drug the wrought-iron bench which sits on the porch in front of the door. They weren't disturbed all evening.

It wasn't until the next morning that my mother found in the small town paper, a full page announcement with a photograph of every registered sex offender in the county and the clear instruction: "IF YOU ARE A REGISTERED SEX OFFENDER TURN OFF YOUR PORCH LIGHT DURING HALLOWEEN."

I arrived home, changed into something warm, and galinda822, my wife and I took our kids trick or treating. After running into only 4 houses on my block which were open for business so to speak, I jumped in the car and mapped us a route. The kids were so well behaved, and very polite. My son was thrilled to find that most of the people knew he was a Red Power Ranger, and my daughter made no bones about annoucning she was Cinderella! They both made out like little banditos. It was a nice walk around the neighborhood in the brisk chill of dusk turning to dark.

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