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The post-Halloween freak show hits the area with the vengeance of a thousand or more zombies — who were clamoring at the door but could not get into the later Tuesday polling places

People got their freak on well after Halloween had officially closed its doors leading to hell:

— On the weekend after Halloween, there still was dressed up with a zombie-ish white face — which after all is topical in the news — and after that fact also having pale vampire appeal. It turned out to simply be sporting lots of makeup. And then there was in red-face the silliest looking devil you could imagine, far from frightening.
— Dick’s billed its Halloween party as the “freakiest” show in town. Then up the hill at Lucky’s, which is becoming known for its holiday sales blowouts, one of those specials has been Freakshow cabernet and red blend. It sports on the label a circus sideshow worker, much like some of the costumes to be seen at Dick’s. Others on Wednesday for Halloween itself were based on the fixations of freaky and still cool hairpieces and colorings, and at the end of the night, the workers from a competing bar who closed just in time for last call, and both came over sporting knee-high white socks with blue circular trim. Two of those servers are Kendall and Alex, oddly enough the name when combined, minus a bad vowel or two, of Alix Kendell, the metro TV weather women. (Is that a weird term or what?) And even weirder is the role of my new friend Jennifer, who I might call a wing women.
— No, that’s not batman buying cigs, as the late night clerk suggested, rather Darth Vader, and to boot he still gets IDed to prove his name. But even with that big ‘ol mask, the clerk said, I do recognize you. But I do have to card extraterrestrials.
— What, are some of those white lumps recently stuck in the tree crevice the knobs of bones from my Halloween yard display, or wait, on closer inspection they are actually the circular shapes of mushroom heads.
— And with that said, what did I do on my roof this year to scare trick or treaters with moving props, myself being one of them, to be different from other years. This time I had, from various satellite dishes from cable companies whose bills are scarier then their equipment, three flying saucers threatening to slice me in two, as I screamed at the kiddies. And one of my three helpers this year had three sets of all kinds of different hand tools with which to craft bird houses in spring and monsters in fall.
— Not to joke concerning the mentally handicapped, hey its been argued I am there myself, but this is post-Halloween and lets just have some scary fun and not all take each other so seriously.
So zombies take notice — as far as the late night ad specifying the main warning sign of dementia, it is … uh, well, dementia. But more on the idea that good things (or bad) come in threes, there are these examples: (1) Above the main bar area of the Village Inn, there are three (count ’em) three, ghosts hanging from the ceiling rail, which itself was looking much like the bar rail below. (2) On that theme, a on late night, gee where am I driving foray through a residential area, there were three monsters hanging from trees on a small lot that simply didn’t have room for any more. (3) Lastly, threes ruled the roost for events at Kozy Korner, at all times of the day or night. Friday night there was a fish fry, Saturday morning a Badger game, and then Sunday evening the Packers.

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