Spitball Army

I feel certain that the mob of local citizens that I saw filling Party City this afternoon to the point of tick-fullness has just materialized on my street. Screaming and running and chatter and color combinations one rarely sees the other 364 days of the year – that’s what’s happening. Currently, a ghost-boy and a […]

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I see my next door neighbor on his porch this morning and holler a hello. “What are you dressing up as tonight?” he asks me because, you know, it’s Halloween. “As a next door neighbor,” I respond, and he laughs. “How about you?” “I’m gonna be a bitter old man,” he answers, and I laugh, […]

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