Halloween in New Jersey was postponed by the Governor - for reasons that escape me - to tonight. No matter: I am hunkered down in my "safe room," (by which I mean the basement rec room), fully prepared to ignore all entreaties for free candy. My sainted wife is NOT standing by the front door in anticipation of the little darlings shouting "trick or treat!" and cooing over whether it is a boy or girl and what little-known elf he/she is. No, my wife - along with Tiger the Wonder Cat - is holed up here as well.
We hear the sporadic sounds of approaching small creatures, falsely hoping that this dark house is occupied. Being too cheap, er, frugal, er, careful with money, I haven't rented a hotel room. And who knows, the little demons could show up there for all I know.
For me, I've taped "fright night" on Turner Classics, and I'm bringing the popcorn. Saay, Halloween isn't so bad after all.
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