When I lived in Wyoming, Halloween was traditionally the first big snow of the year. I just checked the weather there, looks like they are off a day but a cold rain/snow mix is predicted for tonight. Stay warm little kids in Wyoming!
We don’t get kids down here. No one in their right mind would brave walking the roads on this level at night. We used to get a few kids being driven around by their parents but I think even that is pretty crazy. If I could figure out a good way to take a picture of the driveway, I would. The roof of the house is lower than the road. The bottom of the car scrapes against the concrete when we pull into the carport. It is, in a word, steep.
I used to enjoy handing out candy. Probably the last place I lived where I had a lot of kids coming by was Atichison. And that was what? 1987? My dog, Fred, hated trick or treaters and I usually had to shut him in the back bedroom during peak trick or treat time. I remember one year, after the kids had gone and the lights were off, the doorbell rang and there was a teenager just jumping up to scare me as I opened the door. At the same moment, Fred came out from behind me like a monster in his own right barking his fool head off. Kid jumping forward was suddenly jumping backward. I’m glad it was a pretty big porch. You just can’t script – or catch on camera – those moments.
I don’t have pictures of Fred looking scary – he was a camera whore. If I got out the camera, he’d stop whatever he was doing and pose.
Except this one. Doesn’t he look vicious?