Can you say when? For the Halloween hauntings, at least when the leaves start to fall, any time is a good time (so check out the Notes from the Beat department for the way one venue is taking it to the street with over the top, authentic and ongoing practice)

The hauntings started early and went on and on and on, incorporating two different weekends, and giving an opportunity and no doubt a hangover:
So, in the Spirit of this week-long-or-so scare brought by the the Ghosts of Halloween Past, Present and Future as pertaining to the Hudson area, and we’ll give them a week or more to play with (sound like the Addam’s Family?) we now offer this three-straight-day (starting now) on the web site play-by-play:
The Halloween ongoing celebration could have as many manifestations as there are minions.
But first something more timely, would HudsonWiNightlife do that, a few updating bits about Monday, which was Veteran’s Day. Our favorite former prominent U.S. military sniper who can now talk after OK from his bosses — not including the sitting, and that’s most of what he does, president — and reporting after being back from the Third World, joins his new-found squeeze in sporting their do’s around town. With that hair, he is into all colors of the rainbow now that he is finally allowed, with Mohawks showing the pattern with various lengths and places of buzz cut A cool fashion statement, and I have to say the local cops might want to go over the top and emulate this superior style of cut, not prominent with them now, but sexiness sells and it would help them get on “Cops.” And with employment with the Georgia sheriffs, although bad styles are their calling card. But his new lady friend started with a cute blonde, total pixie look that was noticeable by its difference from the rest, with Hollywood-like pink bows that incorporated lots of hair on each side, that spread over time, to the rest of their folicles, and then was replaced again by a standard blonde look. My words cannot describe the ways both those haircuts are different from the rest that’s out there. “Bones” had no such claim to fame before he died after never really getting over his stint into Vietnam, but in sharing the old stories at Pudges for years, he loved to invent dozens of fictitious (or are they?), creatures lurking in the late night downtown or the St. Croix River. One such unavoidable example involves something that is an actual item on a downtown menu, called Tres Leches, if I spelled it right, as I am not French. Bones would have said that this was referring to his go-to-joke-creature, tree leaches, which were allegedly harvested in bulk for this and many nightly specials. I will throw in a reference to my friend, simply known in many of our circles as Walker Girl, who knew the Wisconsin governor well and got that quasi-joking nick-name in addition to having been in the military with her ex-husband. If jumping off the helocopter at the nearby hospital and trekking to places like Green Mill for a Monday mostly-free meal, with proper US ID of course, do both ends of a couple get the special? Based on any experience this web site has, we’ll let you know. Maybe they just got a free chocolate “drowned” dessert, need emergency services, maybe from their past buds, to attend to them? And that crew just might have been at the Buffalo Wild Wings in-between establishments where they have been known to often do carry-out. Maybe like the guy at the Army Recruiting Center as part of the strip mall that has been seen leaving his office quite late after a long days work, and might have to go one westernway place or another to “unwind” with Veteran’s Day specials. That situation might be allegedly less urgent than that those of some veterans seen at major highway interchanges, saying they will work for not food, but get this, their medications.
And maybe looking back a bit, but with Halloween on the cusp and then also glancing forward as well, (the Ghost movie motif), that “vegie” shirt should be hiddened by fog, in several of obscure instances that are connected to “boo” but range widely:
— The big ol’ fog machine at Dick’s Bar that’s there for 52 weeks, like so many old rock concerts, has been billed as the best in the Hudson area, much like that which was the dominant factor in the wee hours prior to the Frost Your Nuts Run; good luck as approaching the midst interchange of regional Hwy’s 35 and 94 in Houlton.
— And with highway (sorry but really a holiday, and high energy movie) minions, there just may be child labor laws, although a spy occupation might constitute an exemption, kinda like when kids spend most of their day video gaming. But what, was Bob the Tomato really Elmo, as I was wearing the former on my shirt on several times out recently, both official and non-official? And are both TV series depicting characters that young, and is their a range: That appeared to be the missue of bright red creatures that was on the mind of a young girl as she crossed paths with me on the sidewalk just outside of Starr’s Bar, and asked scores of pointed questions about the duo of Big Red. Also, I led the list as far as what’s acceptable for the weather, (my old ’80s shorts and rock T-shirt in an old ’80s band).
–Amongst the ghosts and monsters hanging from the ceiling, there is an entire skeleton rib cage at Guv’s Place in North Hudson. Might the large-size point to a huge moose that has followed rivers south? And just maybe the donor is the one whose antlers are displayed at the Smilin’ Moose (Would those dismemberments cause one to smile?)
— Is it Possible the Blue Bunny ate too much? That looks likely on the rabbit mascot’s display for ice cream at many late night spots, if you would want a carry-over binge to the sunrise, and thus get the same blown-up, distorted face as your host on haunches.
— It was kiddy cool and less scary masks, and looking like a skull in their various features, at some Locust Street businesses and their night-before-Halloween, walk up the trick-or-treating mini-hill. Blocks over, places kept their cool and stayed as a theme with their big steel-brewing-vat services, such as those at Madison Avenue in south Hudson and Swingbridge Brewing in south River Falls (hope they get all their rent issues totally taken care care of in the time it takes a skeleton or ghosts to breath (no lungs, get it?)
— The fall leaves gave very bright colors well beforehand, and they seemed to stick more than usual to the way-over-the-top blood red (fitting for the holiday?). An extention of that is the multi-colored Maple just down the road from Season’s Tavern, which has been known for the tree on its sign that incorporates red, gold, brown and green colors, and fits the picture.
— This is a question of Why Now, as it translated to some spraying of scary bubbly. I got my late-night soda from the cooler, brought it 12 steps (I’m assuming) to the counter without a drop being expent, but then it started spraying the liquid all over the back area by the clerks, like champagne. And what minion might have prompted this?
— The tip-top spider webs that abound can be seen best in the windows at Dick’s Bar, but again, there is just one window missing coverage. Could this be an opportunity for Andersen Windows in Bayport?
— Then, the broad web lawn decoration reportedly made by spiders, being erected just before darkness, showed a lot more veiled coverage then all of the women still walking their dogs past, as the sexiness of summer held off a little longer. But there’s more to it as the same duplex featured lighted a smiling pumpkin along my late-night walk, making a complete face across an entire two-door garage, the earliest decoration I had seen, think well more than a month ago, with carved-version pumpkins as eyes. And you gotta love this, during the day you could see a white skeleton fished with a white rod and real. For white bass? Just how would he eat these fish, being bones with no stomach?
— Does that top this candy corn reference? A house on the main drag between Hudson and North Hudson, which is slow mo for most motorists locally, so they can get an eye-full of the sights, has those same colors depicting a different entity from the aformentioned “candy” reference, that being a well-framed, hair-falling across the sides of cheeks Goldilocks lighting around a porch.
— Let’s just call him “J” as his full name doesn’t seem to be known, but he is a local guy supplying all the dozens and dozens of frequently refreshed pumpkins in patches for local Family Fresh stores (note that’s plural), just a couple of months ahead of the time when the longtime Hudson grocer was slated to be closing in mid-November.
— What was this beastie in our laundry room, on a closeline that nearly hit me in the face? It was a washcloth dangling like a dark red bat. This is a repeat of a story, although not breaking news, when there was an ACTUAL opposum, although deranged, living high off the hog by hangling face-down from that same place.