A doublewide garage door needed some mid-day, mid-November dressing up for the holidays up-top, from one end to the other, as a North Hudson man went down to the last bulb in getting a string of lights up and now-fully in place, up and down the pipe of where the downspout dangled.
As he retired from his ladder, and down on the last step, he was asked if that final bulb — fulfilling most of the colors of the rainbow as a precursor to up and down Packer-Viking football in just days, with a win much more pressing for one team than the other — made all the difference in decorating, with it still a full 40 days before Christmas.
The response of this trendsetter and man for all seasons, one of the first to brave the new cold and get the holiday flare up there, was a combo of “yeah” and “ugh.”
So it goes, a mixture of emotions, in the early times of the season(s).
A few wooded lots down, an acquaintance of mine who was raking the various shades of oak leaves from the yard, reminded to do what’s most vital first. This is the time to fix that (Christmas?) mouse problem is before it starts – and that’s before the snow flies, and before you deck out your house and the halls for the holidays, as the vermin might try to show up for moral support if you do the typical Griswold holiday thing, and that finds you ending up Home Alone when they see you — that being the missus and the kids — and what are you going to do with that ladder in your hand? Because the rodents are collectively Modest Mouse and can be tamed with traps that are aside from fooling that turdy-point buck, like the Taming of a Shrew, so get it on right now as much as prematurely calling forward the holidays with erection of your silver bells.
Whew, only HudsonWiNightlife can throw that many cultural and musical musical references into two run-on sentences. But we hope the tip value in your memory remains, as we are heading into the typically most popular time for getting your roof and yard looking shipshape, (reference a couple of previous posts), as there can be a counter purpose to Black Friday (and Menards) since sales are up, but at the same time availability via the shipping lanes is down.
That latter point has Santa doing what all good world citizens do, and outscouring ways to do outsourcing of production and delivery, even if it is in violation of the labor agreement with the elves, see Randy Newman and his Short People song — but not the one with the better unionized reindeer as a special and vulnerable population, allowing Rudolph to take paternity leave and thus bolster the ranks of this endangered species. Having twins with Cupid?
So people are going above and beyond in some cases with decorating that didn’t wait unlike the middle of the extended Thanksgiving weekend, such as my neighbor actually getting out a cherry picker he rented (I assume). So take that, oh ye library that will not reopen from storm damage, mainly to the carpet, until 2022, and woe be to ye who before that want to read up on the storm of 2021. And up the block, there was an extended SUV with tailgate open that backed up through the front yard and the middle yard all the way to the back yard. Then out whipping back to the front and the driveway.
But of course there also is, simultaneously, The Biggest Bar Night Of The Known World And Limo Bus To The Outerlying Planets Pub Crawl. A precursor was the inch or two of snow for the first fall, and the visitor/partier who muddled through it, and we have it on good authority not from Minnesota or even Iowa. Why? Her words as she climbed the few steps into the Smilin’ Moose: “I’ve only see this much snow three times in my life.” We assume that’s once every seven years.
That’s about how often you see a verdict coming forward about a style of hockey glove. If its (colors) don’t fit, you must acquit. That was the national news made when Zach Parise sported the wrong but new colors when stickhandling, and doing it well, at a skate-around of the New York Islanders, virtually announcing his new team of choice with nary a press conference, and more colors in the form of a jersey displayed. (More down the — blue — line later about mansion listings for he and Ryan Suter).
On a much more serious note, the trial of the century, or such, in Kenosha, found the vigilante killer not guilty of all counts. All during final arguments, a man I know with Tourette Syndrome vocalizations kept uttering, with his echolalia, the semi-nonsense phrase, Rittenhouse mouse, in the house? Maybe to make up the difference in frequency of use, as spell check does not register that symptom-based term.
(And from a likeminded person, Happy Covid upcoming). Yes these could be found offensive, or is there some sage satire I’m missing? Anyway, my mom phoned her grandson and told him to get the heck out of Racine, even if one city over, as soon as his work shift was over.

They can now come to your door. So you, in turn, should go to theirs, through the beauty of “sign” language. And this is not just Door Dash. So this is how you can make the most of street detour experience.
Maybe it is time for a Big Ol’ Broadway Neon Sign, on how to make amends with the road through putting out a welcome mat that is knockdown, drag out — or wait that could be the detour itself — and make this travel one great big happy hour.
Let me explain: The latest sending-of-traffic-a-different direction, has it filtering right past Starr’s Bar in North Hudson, for them turning a bad thing into a good thing for customer access. But how to market it? Try a great big glowing sign that begets that of The Village Inn, which begets the latest such thing, that of Exit 1 Fireworks.
Area bartenders said the effect on their traffic has been shown in up and down streaks.
Over at the Mallalieu Inn, the other bar at the south end of North Hudson, where there are very slow times, it might be just the ticket to bring in an added customer base, making up in part for what was missed at the fall motorcycle rally. This shows promise for a different type of vehicle Knocking At Their Front Door, with those having twice as many wheels, generally, flooding past.
When cars began to also be directed back eastward, past the old Season’s Tavern, early in the week, it was just in time since two blocks to the north there were more than a dozen cars parked along the west side of Fourth Street North, en masse due to what seemed to be new blacktopping on the lots of adjacent apartments.
There were fewer of the “no parking temporarily” placards to be seen just a foot or two away from the curb, but the ones saying something like “drive like your kids and pets play here” (a composite) were still prevalent.
A new sign: The flashing this-is-your-mph display was about halfway between the two places you turn at 90 degrees, and at least one Minnesotan I saw pushed it to 34 mph. My walking was at one-quarter that speed, as eight is enough, and I was curious if it would read me if I paced by diagonally. No takers in orange bulbs.
Those in these and other colors were up and around and about, however, with a specialty being wrapped tree trunks.
One in the neighborhood, in the evening, was only there until just after dusk with its light. Across the street, all that could be seen in the eventual pitch blackness were the flashes of bulbs on strings as they swung to and fro, then up.
But the queen of orange, and I suppose king too, are pumpkins all around people’s doorsteps, with no holes for eyes and nostrils, as that was an earlier season. They could be part of a theme of — can’t say it as blackface — but rather the occasional orangeface of my favorite Tap bartender when she goes on a tanning roll, (or toll so to speak, but really no), to go with her ever changing hair. Great looks all, including Roxy.
On the flip side of the village proper with detour dealings, The Village Inn broke from form for them and took out a big ad flyer in one of the mailers you often see. However, the specials it hawked — showing a cartoon car that is bumped up to a construction-barrier-boarded-horse that is complete with the detour unusuality of erect stop signs and yes two bumped down cones — were not that special as far as value. Not quite the promised way to beat construction fatigue, although you still gotta love their pizza special, usually on Saturdays, of a large for the price of a small.
Across the street at Village Liquor, the sign that said customers could reach their place through the back alley now pitches of all things a bourbon raffle — now that’s got the good ‘ol lottery beat by a landslide.
And Exit 1 Fireworks had a small and low-height sign next to a similar one for BOH Electronics, both sitting at the corner of Fourth and Sommers and directing customers on how to negotiate the detour and get to their place. One could have its advantage by traveling east and the other south. And but wait, there is another sign, electronic and flashing of neon, that highlights North Hudson’s Original Fireworks Shop. It says their deals will blow your mind, highlighted by an odd but not quite crazy-looking man with wild hair, and has a Hiroshima-like cloud shooting upward as any good display of fireworks would. As in you would have to be Einstein the figure out the Wisconsin vs. Minnesota fireworks laws?
Up the block, a sign of the times asked that we “stop gerrymandering” — and these days more than ever you are likely to be familiar with the term — with the recommendations of a “Fairmaps” group. (Or is that facemask, but that now would be another mandate). And up the block again, there is a sign that asks to “end the mandate,” showing for emphasis an upside-down needle that actually looks like a beer bottle you might have finished off.

This agate-and-more store will keep you gaping, and not leave a gaping hole in your wallet.
The family owned and operated Reagan’s Rocks shop — dad and daughter — has many kinds of agates and quartz, minerals and gems — but doesn’t stop there, scouring the globe to give something a bit different to downtown Hudson’s east side of Second Street. There are dozens of other types of crystals and stones of all sizes on its rows of shelves, many with thorough written descriptions of their powers to heal, nurture and transform.
Some of the favorites are on a circular display in the middle of the store, and the omnipresent patriarch Curtis is always there to greet you on the far side, after patrons have roamed through the rest of the place. And they will buy many of your own agates, too.
Among the faves are black tourmaline, with dozens of them currently housed in a big, decorative backet and costing only $3 each, and Rainbow Iris agate from Indonesia, as Reagan’s goes worldwide.
They are open Wednesdays through Sundays.

This coulda been. Or maybe it was, as the season-long promising Brewers are from Milwaukee, just like — originally — the coming-on-late Braves that proved to be the actual World Series champions for the first time in decades, but now hailing from Atlanta.
This irony was not lost on a buddy of mine, a Braves fan himself but longtime Wisconsinite who screamed out the following: “You had a part in this.” He said this with just just two chops, or outs, left in that last decisive game, then added he went down “there” to Georgia (looking for a base to steal) just once for an Atlanta contest, decades ago, on a fan’s mission — only to have Hammerin’ Hank remain seated in the dugout the entire game, but at least he managed to get a visual, if not at home plate itself.
My luck, as luck often has it, was better. I only saw Aaron once, back at the old County Stadium and he hit a screaming homer to left that I swear never reached a height of much more than a basketball hoop, and here I go again with a Bucks reference.
But speaking of home runs, I was on hand late in summer for one of the most memorable you will ever find … sort of. And it came after a game so chock full of blunders and missteps and poorly played infield hits that people started leaving right after the Seventh Inning Stretch. They would likely be in the car for a walk off to top all walk offs. This resonates with my crew, as we held out until The Ninth, but then there was a fateful decision, and we are not talking merely a win-loss for the starting pitcher, as he was long gone from the game.
We also up and left. We didn’t want to see another outfielder trip and fall and hurt his knee while the play was being made 100 feet away and uncontested. Or let a dribbler from a bat that trickled down the third base line and was left to go foul but ended up out in left field for a double. Or a propensity to be high in the strike zone by multiple pitchers including our ace. The result was fittingly on the theme of Bobblehead Day featuring another star outfielder, by name of Braun, a scant Brewer lead going into the middle innings. There was not as foul ball all the way through the first two and the game was rolling right along. That was soon to change …
The pace slowed considerably and was chock full of 3-2 counts and fouls that were not fly balls with a chance of reaching the fence.The Brew Crew now trailled and after a couple more innings that were less then noteworthy, it was D-Day and two of the new Harvey’s Wallbangers were coming up in the eighth. The bases were full when Rowdy came a calling, a hitter made for situations like this. Alas, on slider low and inside, he fanned in front of the chagrined hometown fans. That left it up to the former MVP Christian Yelich — who is kinda and sorta known to my family and all will be revealed in a later post — and boy did he come through … Well sorta.
Batting lefthanded, he delivered a rocket that would have gone to the fence for a three RBI at-bat to send the game to extra-innings, but the Cardinal first baseman speared it while leaping toward the line and it snowconed for a third out. That was in the bottom of the eighth.
Should We Stay Or Should We Go? The dominant voice among mixed reviews was to head on out, as the game would take five hours upon conclusion and my nephew had to be somewhere. It would be fitting that out in the parking lot was seen, for the second time that day, an old body chalk line or two in the midst of the tailgating.
Talk was aplenty among us about things like the new presence of the term quality at-bat, determined in large part by the length you milk the count and partly responsible for longer games like this one. Being in Cheesehead country, you’d think it to be more than an eventual single.
But there were more than one of those, again filling the bases. We started second-guessing ourselves, crisscrossing closer to my parent’s house, where we were stopping before my brothers. As we were only blocks away, talk briefly turned to the cool new name for a tattoo shop and the best grub at a pub. Second-guessing took a third try. And my nephew was being implicated more and more as we drew closer.
At the short driveway, we hustled in and dad had the game on. He had not gone with us. People took turns quickly using the bathroom. I had noticed more of a hubbub as I exited, and was a first-down’s away from the television when indeed IT HAPPENED. My dad squirmed in his easy chair and the call was made by my brother, from right behind him, who could have been Bob Uecker himself: Game-Winning Home Run! And we could have been there. At least we saw it on TV, not having to settle for a car radio, like some others.
Mom made sure we were each supplied a brat or two, to grieve? Reminisce? Or simply process the events of the now-spent afternoon.
It least it wasn’t when Hank Aaron rode the bench.

As a theme this Halloween was house parties, it was something wicked this way comes up and down the detour, as if that was not scary enough.
People often chose to walk either from the downtown if starting early in costume, or from as far as North Hudson to get to the mongo bash on Second Street, nearer the main city then the village. It even attracted a moderate-length limo, whose driver waited curbside with baited breath while dropping off comely clients, and when asked if this was the big deal for the evening, smiled and nodded with chin slightly up.
The lady of the house of the evening, greeted guests in a gently filled doorway, and the fact that they were such — and I must say thirty-something and very classy — beautiful people showed this was the party in demand that night. One such good witch coming on down the way of the sidewalk –where there was little else — when asked if her destination was obvious, said this: “Take one guess.”
Back behind the limo driver, someone walking toward their sedan said that the minions, the full-size ones, were coming with him.
Just past midnight, most of the folk were strolling downtown to partake in other ghoulish goings-on, and was said to me, as I was heading northward, by a woman with a pair of flashlights on her chest, As She Lit Up A Candle And Showed Me The Way … “you’re going the wrong direction!”
Back at a backyard outing that had been going strong in North Hudson, there was not much Livin’ After Midnight.
But there definitely was at costume contests under Big City Lights.
The costumes that were naughty and bawdy and nice were way over the top, going to new lengths in creativity and out-there-ness. Enuf said about that, with this exception as a summary of what was the most prevalent, and not much seen in prior years: The (appearance of) multiply stitched together lips, especially in female (and she-male?) zombies.
Oh, three other notables: (1) A shark-head actually on the top of someone’s scalp, flared out almost a foot with big teeth front and back in true Jaws-like style, and something looking like either a great big tongue or caught fish about by the forehead. Ghastly! (2) An astronaut/alien, but no Ziggy Stardust, with a globe-head big enough to befit Neil Armstrong (sorry!) that was all allow with green color when flashing so you could see a skeletal face! (3) The proverbial and very prolifically prize-winning Eve/Irish hair/Lady Godiva (move over Lady Gaga), who I greeted with a “Same costume. Great look.” To my surprise came this adamant Addams response, “It is NOT the same costume!”
In North Hudson, trick-or-treating traffic was late and light, although those who did show were even more polite then ever, by all accounts. New this year were three things: A truck pulling a trailer-load of trick-or-treaters way in back, a just-in-time newer detour route over to the city itself that was if anything less bumpy, and a noticeable lighter police presence handing out there usual glow-sticks. Ugh, as that has always been popular. The last two might have something to do with each other.
Don’t know if there was any response to the inquiry to the online neighborhood, for a little help from friends in low places, to establish another pirate ship in the front yard (also don’t know if this is a copycat from the one on the Main Drag, Johnnie Depp). I do know there is/was a big display with a similar skull and crossbones theme over on Third Street.
Not long before seeing that, I saw a Still Runnin’ ad for the Addams Family2 movie, right after flipping through channels and briefly viewing the TV show itself, shortly after hearing the theme song on my way home.
And while there, back to trick-or-treating, here were what I consider the three top quips.
(1) A small child said about my (back to the story’s beginning) Something Wicked This Way Comes warble, “His voice sounds way too high and funny,” to which came the reply, “I only sound this way once year. Otherwise its very low (like Morticia).”
(2) “These are cool big candy bars.” Got them at Family Fresh. Blatant plug from a previous post. “My grandfather owned the Hershey’s Company. My great-great-great-great-great grandfather.” Now dead. Or undead?
(3) A third child couldn’t stop staring at the feet of my pirate — leaning against the wall and positioned at his head level. “He’s standing on his head just for you!”
But that’s it for now. Got to go eat my supper of Chicken Afraido and Muenster Cheese.

Well done, I am in more ways then one, since my blood sausage thusly, for dessert, is no longer medium-rare. So now looking ahead to a weekend of just music, without costume contests:
The band Distilled — do not be Disturbed — but hey, by any name they won’t diss their fans, as they come a distance to play the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday, Nov. 5.
This too is about a name. Drink 182 is all about the ’90s, which you don’t often see, and they show their grunge physically and musically at Ziggy’s on Saturday night.
Its all around the Upper-Midwest-named-band-acts, city and state, at the Treasure Island Event Center. If you missed Chicago the night before Halloween, you can still catch Kansas on Nov. 12. No word on “Iowa” and Slipknot, but we think it unlikely.
“The casinos don’t want you to see this,” says an online ad … but there are five slot machines allowed in every bar in St. Croix County.

There are good witches and bad witches, or both, and they can be naughty or nice, or both at the same time. The same is true of the places you can get your Halloween candy.
My wife — guess which one she is — and I love Halloween and spooking trick-or-treaters with a decked out front yard that attracts hundreds. She insists on not just giving out the bite size, meaning that we are considered the coolest house of them all for Halloween treats. Bigger can be better. Which is where Family Fresh in River Falls and New Richmond, too, come in. Their competitors that have prices in the ballpark, from what can be visually checked in their online ads, even the big boys like Wal-Mart, only give the number of pieces in a big bag. You can’t see listed a total number of ounces that are contained in the bag, or visually check the sizes of those pieces that are in the bag because the colored decore on the plastic obscures you from seeing anything. Maybe to be that primo haunted house you want to give two, or three pieces, so how much do you need to buy? You can’t make your strategy by looking at their online ads. And the number of ounces in those bags Family Fresh offers is up to a whopping 97!
And to boot, you have options for a size that’s a bit over medium at a better price, and they don’t. They are either overly huge or all, as in small, or nothing — and nothing in between. So you can see why Family Fresh is a true friend of HudsonWiNightlife. Mike’s Ride Share also is, so remember that when being out and about, and need a quick and reliable way home, or to a motel. Call (763) 242-5685. And as they both say, be safe out there!

The day before Halloween itself is the time to strut your stuff at area costume contests, and the unholy trinity of such parties is in downtown New Richmond. Here’s the lowdown on what’s happening their and elsewhere on Oct. 30:
— Known for the most haunted of Halloweens, the hallowed howl at the Wild Badger, despite the timing of Daylight Savings lasts well after dark from 9 p.m. to 2 a.m. and thus is called Afterlife. So much so there’s no need for an afterbar. Its draw can be expoused by its featured music group, Anxiety, (the only time of year this is a good thing). Also on tap is InkJunk1, with four artists on board.
— On the same block, Mallards at 230 Knowles Avenue will have best costume and $500 in prizes. The live (as opposed to dead) deejay will be on all the way from 9 p.m. to last call, and you never know that last song might be the length of Stairway to Heaven. They boast “SVE and Shelby at bar.” Bar none. And add four drink specials including Jaeger and Fireball.
— Across the street at Bobcats, the venue will have all the same things you expect of a Halloween costume contest party. And a chance to party with Heather and Kaylee. What does that entail? Check it out.
— Pretty good for just a short jaunt cross-country. When going to T-Buckets, you can earn far more than $10 a mile!
But first there’s the power hour from 8-9 p.m. At 3-for-1, that’s a drink every 20 minutes for one low price. Then three more hours of fun with jello shots and snacks. Then the aforementioned witching-hour costume contest at midnight. Waiting for you is a tab of $250 for first place, $100 for second and a $50 bar tab for third.
— The people at The Bungalow Inn in Lakeland are the true veterans of such costume parties. Their time-tested holiday musicians — on Saturday being The Drive — know just the right mix to pump up the crowd prior to judging, and those who come in costume also have time on their side, in a good way. And their special of spirits for Halloween is second to none. Combine this with their Bungalow Idol musical excursions, typically held in January, and you have a party, now or then.
— Besides prizes for best costume, the drink specials at Nutty Squirrel are — just nutty. So Prince is not the only one sporting a symbol. Squirrel (symbol) Shots, rails and domestic bottles go for only $2 from 10 p.m. to 1 a.m. And you have until 11 p.m. to be there in-costume and win, and get squirrelly with their shots for two hours after that.
— Muddy Waters in Prescott can get you going sooner than most with their costume judging, around 9-9:30 p.m. (The party itself starts on the backwaters patio at 5 p.m.) This way there’s no pressure if banking on winning that big prize, and you can just relax for the rest of the evening, or kick up your heels somemore. There will be no feeling of blues on that night, at this landmark blues club.
— Up the road in Ellsworth, the Gaslite Bar and Grill also can’t wait to get going with their party and costume contest, as the Kevin’s Cousin Band (she’s pretty even if not undead) is starting the music at 8 p.m.
— At Ziggy’s in Hudson there is a band, Rough House, and you can come dressed — even if a bit rough-shod or grungy as they take all comers — as your favorite rock star (your choice broadly) for a shot at prizes.
This does not even mention what’s to behold, and be had, at Dick’s and the Smilin’ Moose …
And still, even now, the coolest costumed creatures careening from the ceiling on Friday night are at Guv’s in North Hudson.

Since the roots of Halloween go back as far as there were Pagans, lets look at what there was last year, as people prepped for their costumes, or did it late by the seat of their pants, literally. And what about this holiday?
Sam II, the sequel? Would that be Son of Sam? Sam at Green Mill said she (so daughter of Sam?) wouldn’t decide on a party until the-day-of-or-so, but it would include a superhero theme. “I’ll probably go downtown,” she said, a full week before D-Day. Her look must have took, as she’s now working up the management track at The Mill. And across the street, at BWW, someone with a similar server status described a similar outfit. Something with a shield of armor or such across the chest. Look for them on Sunday. But right before that, take in a shirt saying you can Rest In Pizza. In pieces? Or zest? Because pasta has holes.
However, this boat does not. Just before Lake Mallalieu is what looked to be, at first, another huge pumpkin, with the oblong and tapered appearance like that of a squash. But no, it really is an actual wooden (or least that’s what it looks like because of realistic detail) Pirates of the Carribean sendup, complete with anchor hanging at halfmast, all kinds of cool conquer-the-sea gear, and multiple creatures for crew, one of them waving his arms. In a landscape that has now valued the efficiency of fitting smaller creatures into a small space, rather than the old more-then-an-acre monstrosities in some yards, this is the most elaborate and creative display out there, and has got to be a breath of stale air (Addams Family reference).
Want more Austin, and are floating it past the powers that be, (and am I one?) I did my part to start by taking about an-up-and-coming guitarist by that name, see Picks of the Week, and now with costumes Being There, Here’s one more reference to Austin Powers, including someone whose an up-and-coming politician. In a big picture on her candidacy-for-School-Board-flyer, the big glasses and facial characteristics of Molly Powers looked just like Austin Powers, or vise versa.
He/they would get shagged to obtain a “flattened pumpkin” of a sports car’s front end, decked out with what looks like not only headlights but a grimace, just looked very demonic trolling down Trout Brook Road. In other places, other very early times, were a great big, great pumpkin at a nursery, befitting of a pathway that’s partway to Brooklyn Park, where they max out at around a half-ton. Not quite a wide as that specimen, pulling in at the size of a sports car, was another pasted to a chimney at second-floor level … how’d they get it up there?
And Austin as a car, beyond the theater, what is that I behold in front of me? Not my computer, these days, but past it a creature or two. A squirrel but with short and spike tail, and big catlike ears? So rather where they perch? And am I seeing what rodent I think I spy? Actually, just the top of a small stump. And below that, Joel’s Boulder, so named because that is where he would sit and hide on occasion in his part of spooking trick-or-treaters with me. A not-so-young man’s thoughts turn to … scaring not courting, and they get exaggerated by the motif.
Up the way, around the bend in the road, was that a man lurking and lurching in the woods through the somewhat barren trees, back and forth? Actually, he’s just taking out the garbage, and tripped a little … rumbling, bumbling, stumbling, do it again.
Down the block reside, and have now for more than one full moon, a trio of lighted pumpkins even glaring well after midnight, although plastic looking. (And it seems that overnight, they have shifted position). If they indeed are up all night, might they be the Dawn That Lights The Day? Or starts a fire?
So let there be light. Or its opposite. Or both. A red robin made like The Birds horror movie and cast a shadowy reflection across a sliding glass door, while feeding just inches away.
A long line of just inches ghostlets proceed up the edge of the driveway, or could they be those little do-not-dig-here signlets on a string. Across two lanes of concrete, a big bad bug with the devil horns has them spearing into the ground.
Along the lines of what will make your head bob: A fitting drink special at Pedro del Este is named, broadly speaking like a Speakeasy, Revive U 2, also referencing a warhorse band. This is what is needed to take the next step and become a zombie. That got a rise out of the bartender.
There of course would evenutally be such taverns decorating for Halloween, and bar none, it just takes time for them to get their game on. Like at Starr’s Bar, which had upside down (a theme?) on the bathroom door, police-line-do-not-cross tape, in an X shape almost in August. But when you have to go … And the prize for biggest and best use of spider webs goes to the Smilin’ Moose, which has them all along the top of their alloted five video poker machines, bending downward only on each and, as not too disturb the players. There is a decked out doorway, then a skull, and then more webs. And this isn’t even an online version. But the house prize goes to one with a full 30 feet of very full in white color web, between their home and the street reconstruction.
So this is my Halloween version of Deep Thoughts From Jessie, Ventura that is, in case you are missing that classic comic bit from the KQ morning show:
It’s tough being a Mongoose. You take your life in your hands daily to engage a King Cobra, just so you can eat, and have to swing all the way around the back of the snake, a full or should I say half 180, bite it from behin before it bites you, while finding its hood and hold that position until death, of either you or it. Then do it again for a karma-style meal. And Again. And Again. Just to eat. And you thought it was bad enough to have to settle for that mac and cheese. (And on these pages I will give you occasional tips to pump that up as well).
Where is that best tucked away but still in full sight, and remaining spooky, pumpkin patch? Find that and other Halloween finds that aren’t just costume parties for adults, in Picks of the Week.

It was perhaps fitting that it was on a Sunday, a Sabbath, that we — that’s most of us — reached the halfway point in October before Halloween, as it was the 16th at the turn of midnight. But the bustle of this holiday was already underway, as shown with decorations such as the following in the yards and ways and byways ..
A buddy of mine who thinks he is big and scary may have met his match, with The Last House Left On The Circle, which he says, repeatedly, is the baddest and thusly best — as he mentions this every time we are within eyeshot. Starting BO, as in Before October. So the first in (this) series of stuff, until you have had enough.
Next the beloved BOH and their mega-decorating-spree last year of creatures hanging around their brick building in the NH car shops, which still had months and maybe a year later — or even as we speak — the chalk line of a (presumed) body leading the way to the display past multiple blacktopped avenues and medians. But will there be a sequel at BOH to last year’s success? Consult your local medium. Or this bat channel.
The earliest hangers-on — actually the originators around Hudson — were typically houses with small front yards and loads of small monsters, so there is room for the more the merrier. Think many more than a dozen and always beginning with ghosts. Even in a Lucky 13 line up the side of their driveway.
Then there is that big bat, vampire and dragon combo that marks the way up to the Hill District. As the main metal monster of such themes, Dio often said in-concert while glancing to the back of the stage, “everyone can’t wait to see the dragon!” See this parrticular show on cable most Halloweens. Just as it streamed so famously on the usually-sports tube at the old Dibbo’s — another icon — on a memorable night right before midnight and costume judging, and before streaming was a big deal.
The windstorm that was gave an opp for everyone to cut up logs and pile them in the middle of their yards — and give the nearby Halloween creatures something to hide behind and for perhaps the first time needed by the flamboyant, a way to camoflauge themselves.
Like at the library, and behind the curtain of Police Line Do Not Cross tapings, a single hit taken to a single area where the third floor yields to the roofline, exposing plywood. No word on if the heated rooftop patio across the block, as the crow flies, at Mallory’s took such a hit, as bringing the heat might not have been a good thing when the straight line winds struck. Leave the amp up in temp to the main-level kitchen.
And the best take on So Much Depends On The Weather, in combo with all the home improvements that the people stir crazy at home do, a neighbor was tiding up her car/driveway and during the length of the task was actually barefoot. Their big cat, however, did not set such as an example, as it was plopped during that entire time on the blacktop all-four-paws-down. This long-basking kitty seemed unscared by all the Halloween decorations around her, both already placed and those at the time going up.
And now what you truly have been waiting for, even more than the dragon, as Dio sang in HIS Black Sabbath days, that we all need To Look For The Answer. Drum roll??
The name Black Sabbath is also the title of one of their first singles, about a chance encounter with the devil himself on a fateful Sunday night, the Sabbath that is referenced. (And this is a story, a work of fiction rather than fact, not not a documentary, for all you literalists. Ozzy has never met with Satan personally).
On the single, named Black Sabbath, Ozzy wails in a lament to God to save him from this horror. He is not a Satanist, but a self-styled Christian. And another of the band’s songs, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, continues the metaphor.
And it is this type metaphor that got another metal band, Iron Maiden, in a spot with conservative Christians. It is the notorious Number of the Beast, about a similar late-night meeting with the Evil One. This time it is also a lament, but a bit tantalizing as well.
Then the clinker in the lyrics. The Devil’s number, 666, is called “the one for you and me.” The reference, of course, is the Christian belief that we are all sinners and to make such a statement is simply an aknowledgement of that blunt truth. Maiden takes the metaphor too far, in producing a theme that is rampant throughout metal, “there but for the grace of God go I.”
Frontman Bruce Dickinson, in a concert I attended, playfully introduced the song in a way that really stuck it to one of the actual fathers of Satanism, saying “take this …” A first thought that came to mind was another introduction, to Christian communion, “take this and eat of it, for this is my body and my blood. Do this in memory of me.” Another corrollary?
So to all you conservatives who don’t want your child to go trick-or-treating, or don’t want to take in beforehand the silliness of all the Halloween decorations, such as those described at the start of this piece, take heart: The Devil will not be in attendance. So just enjoy.

What happens in the Waukesha area stays there, until it makes its way up I-94, and then is Knocking At Your Back Door. So all we’ve got is the Wild this winter. Not that Tom Winter would want that. As Red and White as Green and Gold, and carrying forward, on his coffee table there’s an alum magazine from UW-Madison — even though he and his wife graduated from UW-Eau Claire — featuring Barry Alvarez among other things, and stating that he and two other stalwarts were the driving force for getting him to Wisconsin to make first downs in the first place, and as a music website I just have to make this segue, a third party was named Ozz, although the couple are more into pop than metal.
So as my on-top-of-all-sports brother from the Milwaukee suburbs, Tom is well versed in Wisconsin winnings as a nearly lifelong local, said there might be a trifecta (my wording this time as an understudy from out-state) of Badger State teams that would sport their major pro team titles, all in one year. And that was long before October showed the fests and their brats that are games at Am Fam Field, which was Miller Park and had been at a different nearby site County Stadium — I joked about it actually being Amalgamated Fixtures rather than insurance — became more than some of the best pitching ever seen in this blue collar city or any other.
And a couple of those Am Fam fans down there, and then up here, swear this newfound hitting power made a brand new Bobblehead move on its own with a head bobble — but isn’t that what they do anyway? (More on that in a coming post, as well as an admittedly tenuous family connection to Christian Yelich and others, and in the end not even he could save them, times two and the best of those we witnessed firsthand).
So as the Bucks won an NBA crown for the first time in 50 years, and it looked like the next in line would be the Brewers and Packers, (fewer pennants then Super Bowl appearances), he said, it turned out this wasn’t a slam dunk, even with the Brew Crew starting to slam extra-base hits like the old Harvey’s Wallbangers.
That trio of ultimate triumphs would be a high honor even if one of them fell through, especially since this is a small market. (Milwaukee has now taken its place on the world destinations map, not just Green Bay). Are you listening or reading Minnesota? But alas, we would have to see, if it will be, two out of three ain’t bad, as the playoffs have just found another Atlanta team, the Braves, roughing up the Brewers at their own game, coming from behind with a homer of their own to defeat The Brew Crew in four. If you live by the sword, you will die by the sword.
But for the prime directive, as per my brother, Green Bay started out the season by getting blown away — he attributed it to being rusty after the starters were held out all preseason — but as was so written, Rust Never Sleeps. Since then the Pack is indeed Back, to the point of being listed second in many sports TV power rankings. Even lots of late missed field goals, marring the two-minute drill, have not been able to keep them down. Jeepers Creepers.