Thursday, October 31, 2013
A black cat's Halloween begins. We are grateful - just this evening - that our buzzer does not work, or we might be besieged by small angry children demanding candy. One shoved aside a nun (a real nun) at the cash register at The Wild Olive earlier (most stores have buckets of cheap candy at the ready) - we were buying leaves and tamarind, to offset our hugely unhealthy and deeply satisfying Dagwood supper, later. Anyone know what Dagwood is? When we were little, we pronounced it Dagword. My mother produced it rarely, as a treat.
Vince says that if aliens are watching us from outer space today they'll be puzzled by the roar of tears that rises, rolling East Coast to West Coast in about...3 minutes from now.