Halloween is over and it was great. Just great. The high point for me was when my eldest gave me a jumbo Three Musketeers bar saying, "Daddy, you need this." Indeed, I did. The bar sits in the kitchen freezer with my tears.But now it's Sunday. Another 1000 words before the boys in blue, white, and red get their honor back, for Pete's sake.
Who cares about the "World Series" (let the loser walk home through a gantlet of shame--Jersey either way). I have this image of people lined up on the NJ Turnpike chucking rotten pumpkins from overpasses and all those unwanted Maryjane's and Bit-O-Honeys.
Sheesh, baseball. Really. It's November, guys. November means football.
See you Monday.