After moving back to the lower 48, I have bought an RV and have been living on the road.
By: joealaska , 2:12 AM GMT on November 02, 2013
I kept watching the TV last night with way too much anticipation, waiting for some decent storms to roll through. After three days of talkin’, it was time to start chalkin’. But in the end, it was a dud. Oh sure, Texas had flooding. One or two tornadoes over that huge warning area.
We had some rain, but not so much as to make the stream leave its banks. The wind did not knock all the leaves down, either. I should have known better. Back to just opening the window and see what it looks like.
Have not been feeling very well last couple days. Cold? Flu? So I called off seeing my buddy sing Thursday night. He will be back, it is a rotation thing. So now I was stuck with no Halloween candy, as I thought I would not be home. But it was raining and tornado watches, so there was talk about calling off the holiday until Friday or Saturday. I think they made a change, just not sure what. Today I ran out and bought some extra strength Tylenol and some candy.
But there was a knock on my door last night, sure enough, TRICK OR TREAT! A little kid in a batman outfit, with a couple of lurking adults nearby. I was not sure what to say, so I just told them I thought the weather had canceled things for the night. I was candy challenged. I though about slipping him a popcicle, but thought better. No matter. I think he was more interested in showing me his costume.
So I sat here tonight and nobody came by. I was sweating it out as I only bought one bag of candy bars. If I ran out I would have to go to Blackout Mode. I am a bit out of touch on this holiday. In Anaktuvuk Pass I sat there until 10 PM and nobody showed up. I was going to bed and I looked out the window. It was a crowd of maybe 40 people coming all together. Anaktuvuk is not very big, but my house was off by itself a bit, so they had to really want it when they headed my way.
Other places I see very little knocking on doors. I say stop it. Neighborhoods can do what they want. Private parties. Too many nuts out there.
Not like the good old days. Ditch the parents, they slow you down. Just cut them in if needed. Study local maps and make a game plan. Look for cul-de-sacs with just a couple houses. SKIP ‘EM. Look for many houses jammed together. Start at 5 PM. If anyone bitches just apologize and say MOM IS SICK, WE HAVE TO GET BACK. Keep jamming until 11 or even 11:30. Cry if you have to. Forget neighborhoods, we are talking subdivisions. PLURAL.
Fan out. LETS GO!
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