Molly Goatwax

Ritual

At the end of the street a parade of costumed children are marching to a full band, brass and drums and all. My plug in string of light up eyeballs is up in the window and the glow in the dark skeleton is hanging on the door. I found my witch hat, I have a fog machine. All I need is the candy to throw at the feral children when they threaten at the door. Maybe a bottle of Old Rake beer, no pumpkin ale. Pumpkins don't belong in beer.

Car geek

There is a car barn across the street from my house. It was built long ago when the covenants in the neighbourhood adjacent prohibited the building of garages. There are some rare specimens in there. I don't know a model T from its close cousins, but I wouldn't be surprised if one were lurking in the shadows. Behind the Audi limo. Some stunning cars get rotated through there. Today a late model Maserati was parked on the apron while whomever was driving it paid a visit.

33 cookies

Our roommate Joe brought a packet of 33 Cows brand cookies home from the Russian grocery. They are a kind of shortbread biscuit flavoured with condensed milk. My recent favorite has been Fig Newtons.

Paducah

A friend appears

Last night I saw a toad on my walk. We exchanged frank looks. I guess the toad was enjoying the mosquitos before the rain.