After a big night of Halloween celebration, I began November with a six-pack of empties.
HOLD ON! Don’t be thinking I celebrated last night’s holiday by drinking a six-pack of beer. Despite the title of this post and the featured photo, my celebration involved nothing more than handing out candy to kids and scaring them half to death with my Coronavirus costume. *[See footnote]
The title merely refers to the challenge proposed by Nancy — empty things — and I only posted that picture of Surly’s Axe Man IPA because Scott “Scooter” Anderson seems to think I owe him one. I don’t remember making that promise, but if he and Rocky come to Minnesota after returning to the USA, then I will pay up.
Besides, if I HAD consumed a six-pack of Axe Man, I’d be in the emergency room today instead of riding my bike and taking the following six pictures of empty things.
[Footnote: The Feeshko and I were conflicted as to whether to participate in the usual Halloween trick-or-treat ritual this year, but we talked to a few neighbors who were going to do it while wearing masks and making social-distancing adjustment to their candy-delivery-systems. And the clincher was our next-door neighbor who said she and her husband, a teacher, were going to do it because kids have been deprived of so much this year and maybe a normal Halloween might bring them a little joy. Damn, I’m a sucker for the old “bring a little joy to the children” argument.
So we threw a bunch of treats on a table and instructed the kids to just help themselves to ONE. I expected a low turnout but we had our usual 350 trick-or-treaters. I think I saw 350 cases of joy too.
Unfortunately, I had less joy because not a single kid recognized, nor was scared by, my costume. One parent did mention the viruses crawling all over me, but he thought it was more funny than scary. (At least it scared Mr. Grumby and Hoopeston Rich.)]