Yesterday was my sixty ninth
Halloween. What the hell? In all those years I don't ever remember it snowing
on or before October 31st. Sure I remember Halloweens that were cold and Halloweens when it rained. And for twenty seven years in a row, it was in the eighties and humid on Halloween. But
that was Florida. I'm talking about my life in Illinois, in Chicago. What the
hell? Just a little over a week ago my friend Dennis and I were sitting out in
the backyard, in shorts. As of yesterday morning I had flowers blooming in my
yard. The last three years we got dozens of kids in costumes banging on our
door, begging for candy. Last night, not even one. Not even the ever present,
too old teenager, looking for free candy. Instead, Halloween here on Fairfield
Avenue was like any other Thursday in December. A snowy, cold movie night. So
what was the movie Mark picked out for us to watch? A Stephen King story, Pet
Sematary. I hated it. It was a dreary, bad movie. It sucked a lot. In fact, I
fast forwarded through much of it because it was so predictable. Yet, son of a
bitch if it didn't give me nightmares last night. So I guess it did the job.
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