Prior to Halloween, unwanted facial hair and spider webs were popping up here there and everywhere. 2 Gingers to the rescue!

Bushy eyebrows, spider webs and another iron maiden were early signs of this Halloween holiday. And don’t forget the half-Shriner, half-elephant:
— As was done at the Smilin’ Moose a while back on a sign featuring the faces promoting 2 Gingers Irish Whiskey, a prankster drew facial hair on a couple of the men on ads in the men’s room at the Village Inn, but we just have one question. What’s with the bushy eyebrows? Maybe you are not concerned, but come Halloween, the Devil may care. So we need the beauty sense of those two Irish lasses put to good use and compensate with a trim. After all, if those two redheads can look great when given even more freckles …
— And when it comes to such decorating, in preparation for Halloween, there was noteworthy the first nightclub renderings of massive spider webs early in the month, in this case at the Smilin’ Moose and even moreso in terms of the space taken up, in the entire front window of Dick’s Bar and Grill. And we also need to mention the webs spread all along the lengthy trophy case of virtual every NFL helmet at the Village Inn.
— Dick’s now has in the corner of the main bar room a second authentic iron maiden, complete with skeleton inside, to join the one in the dining room.
— The first costume seen in downtown Hudson Saturday night, Oct. 20, was a tiger, but soon waiting to get into Dick’s was a creature that was half elephant and half Shriner. the older man was queried about whether he ins an actual Shriner. He said yes. Inside there were some women sporting tiaras, but wait, they were not Halloween costumes, they were the garb for a bachlorette parties. But one women was truly equipped for the weather, wearing a full parka with hood. Another had the fur coat that showed, I’m assuming, that she was costumed to please a pimp.
— Five women put loads of country music on the jukebox that night, then did a boot stomping dance in front of the dart boards.
— A guy who recently got a Mohawk, for the holiday got every bit of it colored bright pink. He was asked if he had ever done this before. No mam, he responded. “I was in the military so …”
— On Friday night, Oct. 19, the town was bustling earlier than usual, and seen on the main street was a Cadillac that was part Mayberry RFD and part the Ghostbusters ride. Up the way there was a street musician who was playing inside an enclosed plastic shield that was like an enlarged dog house. Also keeping him warm was a big white beard ala Jerry Garcia.
— There was snow on the last two weekends, and in the former case was a need for the tent to be erected on the pipes to block out the precipitation, at St. Patrick’s fall festival. At least it waited until Saturday night’s music was completed before coming down. The weather earlier in the weekend, by contrast, was perfect for the annual Frost Your Nuts motorcycle run. As a result, I don’t think they actually got frosted.
— My ride was late in picking me up at Dick’s and I joked with the bartenders that they must have been eaten by zombies. Then a woman sauntered up and as part of the conversation pointed out that I had a hair down over my lip. What, you can only see one hair out of place, to focus on! I had straggly ones all over my face.
— I just had to revisit a Halloween past with my friend Sarah, when she sported sexy a nurse’s oufit for the Red Cross. I asked, tongue-in-cheek, if she had heard that donations had risen by 80 percent that very day. Sarah said she was amazed, and then realized that she had been pranked and said it was her blonde moment. And where was that costume this time around? “It’s been retired,” she countered.
— Guv’s Place is again decorated to the hilt, but this time around there were no creatures on the front windows, clamoring to get in.
— A coaster nabbed at the Village Inn was outdated by virtue of advertising a January event, a tattoo convention also featuring live human suspension, burlesque and a sideshow.
— A noteworthy chef in lifesize cardboard was wearing a Packer hat and sweatshirt. Didn’t know he was a fan. And then a Freedom Value Center, a bigger than usual bobblehead of a Packer was seen. The price? A total of $19.99. Hopefully the Pack can turn it around and we can all party like its that year.
— Yet another legend has died. In this case, with another good guy gone to join the several in recent years, as the sign at Kozy Korner has said — in what could be a Halloween tombstone — R.I.P. Donnie Boumeester. A legend is dead.

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