Arkansas Blog

In the heart of Springdale, one little fellow was using what could have been an old Ronald Reagan mask, I told him he looked like Jim Holt, his accompanying dad just groaned, "oh no." So there's hope even for besieged Springdale.
If Holt brings their troop of 9 around then we will likely give them some free kids meal tickets to MickeyD's the poor younguns are doing without during campaign season. I mean, $15K per year for a family of 11. Can imagine how they balance the diinner table even with church hand-outs?
But wait! All that is in vain. Holt's don't recognise Halloween, it's anti-Christain and anti-bible to boot.

"We had our killer French bulldog at the ready to love any malefactors to death."

Max, we've seen your dog. No offense, but you don't need to carve a jackolantern to scare the kiddies. You already have that covered with one that runs on kibbles and bits.

Funny stuff, especially the weird sisters.

Unforutnately we had lots of punky older kids who didn't even bother to dress up and were rude. They were lucky to get anything.

Then finally a touching moment. We live on a slight hill and a little boy came to the door and asked if he could have some candy for his brother. I looked out to the street and saw his little brother in a wheelchair. I walked out to him, dumped half the bowl in his bucket and almost all of the rest in his sweet brother's who was out trick or treating for him. The younger boy in the wheelchair had a hard time communicating, but he smiled sweetly and said thank you. He and his brother could teach the older kids a thing or two.

No jaw dropping problems here tonight, but at a weekend event where I served as a volunteer, I had one adult female look at the offered candy treat, then proceed to dive into the supply box behind us, scrounge for her favorite goodies and make off with two handfuls.
And it there wasn't even any chocolate in there.

I had to spend the evening in Campo De No Fumar Hospital watching over my poor old Mom. My wife was home with the flu, one kid at play practice and the other out trick or treating with a bunch of her friends, so there was no trick or treating at my house this year.

It's no big loss. In the 37 years my family has lived here, we've had a total of about 39 trick or treaters brave enough to walk up the long sidewalk to the front door.

Yes....my house looks like the Munsters live here 365 days a year and 99.9% of the kids thru the years have run the other direction on Halloween night. The good part is that I get to eat all the left over Halloween candy that we buy just in case some kid is brave enough to knock on the door.

While I listened to Ma snore tonight at the hospital, I thought about what is scary tonight and decided the worst monsters live in DC. The kids I saw tonight driving back home had fake blood smeared all over them. The ones with missing limbs were faking it. The cardboard coffins in the yards weren't real.

Yet this month alone 103 real coffins came back to America under crisp new American flags, though they won't let us see them. Inside those coffins were real dead bodies, many in pieces. The dried blood was real, the missing limbs were really missing. It was no trick and certainly no treat.

These dead kids gave their lives for Exxon, Chevron, Halliburton and Bechtel. The real monsters in Washington, DC did this to them in order for our oil companies to post record earnings, quarter after quarter. Profits heretofore unseen in the history of man on this planet.

So far 2816 US troops have died so Chevron can be given special tax treatment. So retiring heads of big US oil companies can get 400 million dollar retirement gifts. This shouldn't come as a surprise, if you look under their costumes you'll find the monsters in DC are 2 oil men who managed to steal 2 elections and are working on stealing another next month.

I am hoping Ma will wake up in the morning. I'm hoping American voters will wake up on November 7th and make this the last bad Halloween any of us can remember. Tonight the horror and the blood are fake. Tomorrow the horror and blood and death in Iraq will be real and the day after and the day after.

Our national insanity must end! Vote smart on November 7th and 2007 will be a year when justice comes to the bad guys....at long last. Stop the horror on November 7th. Stop it....stop it!

Wow, we had over 200 kids come to our door.
My husband, who has always harbored a slight attitude toward Mexican immigrants, completely changed his mind tonight. Probably 50 Mexican children came by, and they were the best behaved, the most polite of all, as were their parents.

I didn't see any terrorist threat.

Oh the good ole days! I recall that Halloween was a big neighborhood deal in Sherwood in the early 80s. The tylenol tampering and rumors of razor blades killed off the neighborhood deal. Also the emergence of community and church events have hurt the traditional door to door stuff.

I recall back in the 80s when every house on the block had its lights on and plenty of good candy for everyone! Somehow I think the Republicans are to blame.....

Maybe on the Day of the Dead, Hallowe'en stories are as stale as last year's candy corn, but here you go....

Last night I was trapped in graduate school. The horrors of Finance were worse than anything John Carpenter could dream of.

In earlier years, we lived on the corner of Kavanaugh & Oak (across the street from Grady Smith's). I would dress up & sit on the stoop with candy for the kiddies. Parents walking down the street with their kids would cross the street to avoid me. Ummm.... OK?

It came as a surprise when we bought a house 3 blocks away. Right behind Pulaski Heights Elementary. Even though we are at the corner of a dead-end street & facing the wrong way on a one-way street, we had hundreds of visitors. Mostly teenagers in their school clothes, wearing their mom's make-up, carrying pillow bags, saying 'Give us some candy.'

Just when I was ready to throw in the towel on the whole thing & I was down to 5 or 6 pieces of candy, the spirit of the Great Pumpkin visited me (like holycow).

More kids arrived at my door than the candy that I had left. The teens in front demanded their candy. I told them that I was sorry. They could have what was left, but there wasn't enough to go around. Without thinking, they pushed a small child to the front & told me to 'Give all of what was left to (him)- it would mean more to him.'

Oh I know this advise comes too late, but next year remember meg that today's trick or treaters will happily take a check assuming you have the proper credentials.

OK. DBI and meg warren just made me cry.