Around the neighborhood, and its not Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, although he also seems to have his mostly hidden Halloween self.
As seen on the North End of North Hudson, what is the first half of the license plate number for Big Bird’s big, bad Bentley? EVU. The Evil Emu … Eases gently from his Austin to his Bentley, so says Deep Purple …
And a jog to the south, there were a Lucky 13 of those little evil faces on lighted sticks that line a walkway and welcome trick or treaters. OK, plus one more, and not a smily face.
At a scene between, could be seen all kinds of small ghosts, the size of a squirrel, all in the same yard. They were hard to distinguish from the blobs of ice of a similar size that were scattered around them.
Propped up next to a bird feeder were more ghosts, crafted to look like something a bird other than Big Bird would binge on, but with a tail of an, again, squirrel. And that tail is dragging below into a veritable pumpkin patch.
The award for the most dwindling stretches of “spider web,” on the front door and the front windows and in the front row … but along strung along two different stretches of tap beer dispensers … But hey, rest assured, since this is at the now even more popular Starr’s Bar, those taps get good use, and for certain are not the bearer of stale ale.
Up the way, there is a spider the size of something you might see in a B-movie horror show, spreading out over much of the yard, thus putting it on our A List. It even obscured the political signs lined up along the house’s front wall, with furry dark legs reaching out toward the signs in a way that is even more scary than the coming elections! But there also are such creatures with yellow stripes mixed in, and I gotta say it, evoke images, some good and some unfashionably bad, of the old Christian metal group Stryper. Say hey, All Saints Day rather than Halloween? One of these was checked out big time by another creature who appeared love struck, again a squirrel. We all agree … We’d rather hear the music of the group The Offspring than take a gander at the offspring those two would propagate. Timely, since the group’s second best song, in my estimation, Self Esteem, was recently tabbed as the sixth best of its decade. So what do I know? I do know that, ungodly, the spider in a tree was knocked to the ground from … doing the nasty?
Walk This Way, You And Me Baby, Hey Hey … What can be seen of all kinds of vile and even viral creatures with a stroll around and about, in this initial entry of All Hallows soon-to-be-happenings.
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