‘Cuse me while I kiss not the sky, (Hendrix ‘stume), but that which lies below, either planet earth or hell or twix Twain split the (beloved) difference with purgatory as second opportunity, and invoke dungeons (minus the dragons?) humor. So I lampoon as well as highlight certain Halloween inevitable events.

The telltale take-away-terror event with heart. Or brain. Let’s make mental health less scary, or so goes it, as this is as an overused term, a resources fair of fare, with speakers too as is fair.

It’s for the whole family, with the usual eats, three of them as in the devil’s triad, and does it by use of (ghostly) skeletons. OK more like the more bland (sometimes ghostly colored) pumpkins. And not from an asylum. This is not One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest. But devoted to a demon’s lair, as is fair?

As in (not scary) costumes encouraged.

So go on this day/night/weekend/weekday? Actually, Wednesday, Oct. 29, just prior to sundown, much less the witching hour. OK actually 3:30 to 7 p.m. And at Lakefront Park, where they will not be drowning witches. In the more comfortable and cozy confines of the bandshell.

Setting next-to the flyer is a set of Halloween coloring books for the kiddos, complete with ‘dem bones, on front. (More with a witch making brew just “put down,” as in on the countertop, OK laugh, this is Halloween.)

Come Friday, two days after the previous fact, it’s dress-up for cash. Over $1,000 in costume contest prizes is offered at the Smilin’ Moose — on their only one night of the two that have speciality beverage specials — my guess is that “over” means $1,005.

Their several drink and shot varieties differ by the night, Friday vs. Saturday, and they are all $4. But wait a minute, there is that one for $3. (They include Tootsie pop shots, they made us capitalize the first word, and witch’s blood, use apostrophe, not beer or brew except with this being Wisconsin, within designated wards in the city of Hudson.) Show up to find out what that one will save you a buck, (with deer, thanks to the guy near Trout Brook going hunting on Halloween as the height of the deer-gun season looms, they made us use or they’ll sue without using notice the use of an unused ensuing mispelling, the dash, or face the lash), and we’re not telling you which night, and maybe, depending, win some “killer” costume contest loot to boot to add to your savings/earnings.

Many more imbibe specials to lessen your angst, in such a range, are legion (minus Roman bad doings to people) at Hudson Tap and Wild Badger at the appointed time. And there of course are the other costume contests around town, most likely Friday as that is the appointed 31st, at places like Dick’s bar and grill, (this time we’ll name a total prize value, that’s what we’ll call it, $625), where they bar none. And more than one New Richmond haunt, same east side of the same block or two, will feature karaoke, as this is a Friday night. Maybe followed by Saturday, or even Sunday afternoon, too.

Last, she is said to be a “local chick.” (And on the same “web,” Charlotte, a harlot if in early Iron Maiden mode, it is noted that there is more to a Hudson Halloween Trick or Treat then Third Street, although that’s the one that struts like a KISS costume, and see their In Time band, full makeup era, of their own The Eras Tour, at Big Guys BBQ Road-haus as they close Oktoberfest. They indeed were mentioned by the guy, while he was driving, who is going hunting not haunting. And there is a free artisan fundraiser treat that will have you in “knots” on the south end of Third. Not to add the “auxiliary” Locust Street trick, early Thursday evening, situated as far as location and date between the Wednesday and Friday affairs.)

Thus, the championed chick, Planet McKenna does her Follow The Signs video, showing signs of the season by having her face shrouded in near darkness, then later in the video having it shine more brightly, along with black-hosed legs.

Then. Next. The band Evolve, dragon prominent, talks about devolving in their hymn The Browning. But then I found I could not turn off the online ever-evolving tunes. Too much metal. That could be heaven or hell. On and on.

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