Halloween revisited

The boys had a fine time trick or treating. Jack had a massive haul of goodies, enough to maintain a sugar high for a month. Now the question of what to do with all that chocolate and candy. Let him eat as much as he possible can in one sitting then get sick and swear off candy for good or ration it out, extending Halloween well into next year? Or, eat it myself then cross my heart, spit in the dirt and pinkie swear I'll start going to the gym again.

Ah well, who knows?

Some better reflections on the Halloween just past come from the indispensable James Lileks. Lileks is a writer for the Minneapolis Star-Tribune. Sort of like Dave Barry or if in Houston, like Ken Hoffman but better, much better.

Here's a taste:

I had a small light in my pocket that made ghastly moans when the motion sensor was activated, one of those cheap Chinese devices that probably broadcasts lead through sound waves. It turned itself on as I walked home, and a thin weird howl came from my pocket. There’s always a moment on Halloween when you get a faint fast flash of what it was like to be six on the spooookiest of nights, when the dark and the breeze and the sudden silence – followed by a crowd of leaves fleeing down the street – reminds you what it was like, how delicious it felt to laugh at the things you feared. Even if you didn’t really fear them. Even if you didn’t know just what it was you feared.

Read the whole thing here.