I sat on the front porch with Amanda handing out candy.
























The kids came in groups, shepherded by parents.

























An hour an a half to hand out half a grocery sack of candy. Lots of rotten teeth.



All Soul's Day Procession is a week from today. Evan is coming down, along with Brian, Craig, and Jesse from Phoenix. Evan and I are probably walking as deceased Victorian gentlemen.

This video shows portions of the parade and the show afterwards.

I escorted Mark and Patrick to Richard's estate for the pumpkin carving party.
























Handsome host Richard.

The macaroni and cheese I made was really, really good. The Romanian Apple Cake was more of a bread pudding, but it was also praised.

























The carvers set to work.

I was creative this year and brought along some decorative gourds to enhance my pumpkin.




















Completed pumpkins.

Roger and I discussed our ideas on the perfect house. We are directly opposed in that regard, I like having a formal dining room. We did not come to blows.

























Roger's pumpkin had many teeth.

I admired Ray's Amish beard. I discussed how envious I was of Cobban's visit to Prague.




















My pumpkin has big ears.

I called Evan while sitting next to the pool.



















The lights make pretty patterns.

Later, Patrick burned things and I became coated with smoke. I did not mind.

























Pyro-Patrick.

I had left-over cake for breakfast. Today I may go shopping for a top hat. I have to say, my life is pretty darn excellent.
Halloween Macaroni and Cheese!



















I'm going to a pumpkin carving party tonight with Patrick.
Pat Buchanan has written a book in which he whines about how people of European origin will soon be in the minority in the United States.

I've been reading through old microfilmed newspapers at the U of Arizona library (I know, my life is exciting). On the way to and from the library I get to observe the students. The future of America is made up of people of many ethnicities, skin color, modes of dress, and so on. Pat Buchanan's dreaded future is already here. And they are spending hours studying, attending college, preparing themselves for life.

It must be awful to be filled with that much fear of the future. You know, it sucks to be an old racist white man. The train has already left the station and one day one or more of his grandchildren or great grandchildren are going to make a baby with one of those other races. I hope he lives long enough to see it.
Halloween Cake Poll

I'm going to Richard's pumpkin carving party on Friday night and of course I have to make a cake. VOTE on which one I should take along:

A). butternut squash cake
B). coconut cake

I'll probably do a lemon cream cheese frosting.