When I first sat down to type up something or other for the page, I started to launch off on another clichéd rant about lost youth and holidays and candy, but I decided against it. Instead, I will trust the reader to know what I was going to whine about when I mention that I plan on spending my Halloween watching the Avalanche cream the Blues (hockey) and throwing boxes of Dots at the people who come to the Sanborn open house.

Oh yes, there shall be a mighty reckoning...

Anyway, all is well enough.

Update: I think I was going to write more up there. Oh well.
Nobody came to the open house, and the Blues didn't do nearly as badly as I had initally feared, so I loaded my camera, went outside, walked around, and waited for something to happen. Nothing happened. Aside from the usual sloppy action along Frat Row, Halloween turned out to be just like any other night, despite that craaazy full moon. I did pass one costume-themed house party, though. Superman was chasing a she-devil out of the party as I walked by, the Man of Steel trying to cool the succubus's ire over a comment he made about the party's lack of beer.
To the immortal defender of Ames, I say this: you were in a house surrounded by interesting people clad in a variety of exciting costumes and disguises, and you still needed the liquor to have a good time? Superman, Superman, Superman. I thought you knew how to party, and look at you now, chasing yourself out of the only real game in town. How far you have fallen. What hope can there be for the rest of us when even you have lost your 'cool'ness?

To conclude, Halloween was a bust... though I was relieved to see some high school kids dressed up, soliciting candy, flirting shamelessly, and having a good time. I think there's hope for this town yet.