Isn't it great when the weather on Halloween is fine, and you don't have to wreck your costume by wearing an big puffy jacket over it? From Marie Antoinette to Borat to a personification of Mott and Grand, everybody was making the rounds. I went out to do some gawking, but first got all bloodied up. Hopped on the elevator with two little costumed cuties and their mom, out for trick or treating. The kids shrank back when they saw me. "It's ok," said their mom, who good-sportingly wore a blond pigtailed wig. "It's not real blood." I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I said, "Yes it is." When they door opened, those kids could not get off fast enough.
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Halloween on the Edge
by
Pat Arnow
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One of my companions last night just reminded me of the best exchange of the evening. A woman went by dressed as a zip-lock bag with green leaves in the bottom. We asked, "Are you deadly spinach?" She said, "No, I'm with the bong," and pointed to a man dressed as a great big pipe.
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