Posts Tagged ‘Halloween


Moving right along

Cali and I recently went on a walk through Frick Park and the Regent Square area, just hanging out and relaxing in the beautiful weather we’ve been having.

So, after we we walked around Frick Park (which is a great little park), we opted to head up to D’s for hot dogs and root beer (cause it was Sunday morning). We were guesstimating the cost of houses in the neighborhood as we walked back to the car, and then we noticed something …

Residents of Edgewood/Regent Square — I’m happy you chose to get into the spirit of things for Halloween. And it was really cool to see your police force playing Halloween music as they patrolled. But when your jack o’ lanterns start looking like they belong in a nursing home, it’s pretty much time to put them to rest, know what I mean?


Halloweenie goodness

A friend of mine recently posted a video of the police patrolling through her neighborhood. And while normally that kind of intro would be associated with something negative, this is really in the “way cool” realm for me.

Apparently, they did this was several different types of music, from scary to comical, and do this every year as they patrol through Edgewood.

It’s nice to see the police getting into the fun of the day, while still making their presence known and going about their jobs. And hey, maybe it makes the police a little more “human” to some of the folks who are mistrustful of them. Regardless, I think this move is just full of win, and it just endears me even more to the area.

Good on ya, Edgewood police! (And thanks for sharing, Jen!)


And I thought my day was bad …

A normal resident of Marina del Rey?

You're just another victim kid

Apparently, a 75-year-old man was killed on his porch, and was mistaken for a Halloween decoration.

So, I guess this means the secret to getting away with murder during Halloween is to prop up the corpse as a zombie — maybe put a jack-o-lantern over its head — and you are good to go. No one will know the difference … unless they are downwind of the display.

Seriously, residents of Marina del Rey, Calif. — I can smell a dead possum on the road when I zip by fresh roadkill at 65-70 mph. You don’t notice a freakin’ corpse after it’s been outside for 3 days?


Scary tales!

Many years ago, my Irish grandma (not that she was Irish, but she married into the Irish side of the family) came with us on our annual excursion to spend summer vacation with dad. Now, I normally didn’t get to spend a lot of time with her — she lived entirely too far away for me to pedal over on my bike and I didn’t have access to a car, so holidays and the occasional visits were all we got.

So, one day, my sister and I (being horror movie fans) decide to watch “Witchboard” — you know, that wonderful B-rated Tawney Kitaen movie from 1986. I can’t even remember what it was all about, except that it had a Ouija board in it.

The Ouija board

The Ouija board

Well, grandma saw the Ouija board on TV and kinda tensed up. She then tells us a little family secret.

Like most families back in the ’40s, the family was tight. There was like 8 or 9 brothers and sisters, and they were all married. And around every hunting season, the uncles would go to camp to go hunting, while the aunts would gather for a little “girls’ night out” fun. Well, except they wouldn’t go out. They’d break out booze and play cards and have a good ole time.

(If there was one thing I can say about my aunts — they were every bit as fiery and rowdy as my uncles — and sometimes the stories I hear about them leave me holding my sides from laughing. They were just an awesome bunch of ladies.)

So, the men are up at camp and the women are at home, drinking and playing cards. Well, I guess they got bored or maybe just wanted to do something different, because they break out the Ouija board and start asking questions. One of the aunts is pregnant, so they ask the board whether the baby will be a boy or a girl.

It spells out: D-E-A-D

I’m sure they figured it was a fluke, or maybe were a little creeped out and didn’t want it to end on that answer. Regardless, they ask it again: Will the baby be a boy or a girl?


After the second time, they’re definitely creeped out, so they put the board away.

Well, time goes by, and everything is all happy happy joy joy — except that the aunt who was pregnant is now sick. Her husband (who is the youngest of the uncles) asks one of his elder sisters (who was the oldest of the aunts) what she thinks he should do. The answer is something along the lines of “We’ll take care of her, we take care of our own.”

Well, things happen. Whatever it is that is making the pregnant aunt sick eventually kills her and her unborn child.

Grandma never touched a Ouija board again after that.

* * *

In college, I had a great group of friends. I mean, yeah, we were in a fraternity — but the crew I ran around with were friends before that (we had met in the opening weeks of freshman year), and similar to the story above, it was really cool because the girlfriends of my friends often seemed to get along really well.

Becareful what you ask ...

Be careful what you ask ...

Our “fraternity house” was actually a set of apartments that our brothers rented from an alum who was the landlord. There were 2 sides of the house — one was the “house” proper, the other was essentially living areas for 6 brothers. I think I was out studying at Hillman Library and just happened to pop by on my way home.

When I knocked on the door, I was surprised to hear a couple quick screams of shock. My friend Wendy (who was dating one of my friends) opened the door, laughing one of those laughs of relief. I asked what the heck was going on, and the folks there told me a freaky little tale.

Apparently, they had been playing with a Ouija board. It had been really active and then just stopped, right before I knocked.

Now, this time there were no tales of death. However, it was, apparently, answering questions with an uncanny accuracy. I mean, every single question, it was getting right. I can’t remember all of the questions they asked — but one sticks out in my mind: They asked what the middle name of a specific girl in the room was. Now, no one except for the specific girl knew her middle name, and she wasn’t on the board. And to add to it, she’s Muslim, and has an unusual name.

So, they asked the question, and the Ouija spelled it out.

No errors.




Put on your Silver Shamrock masks!

It’s Halloweeeeeeen!

And thanks for the phone call, Pete. I laughed the rest of the day.


A new Halloween treat?

It’s been a rough week. Cell phone died. New tire shopping ($600 for new tires?). Trying to build a new computer for mom hasn’t worked out as expected (2 dead motherboards? Really?). Bah, screw it all, it’s time for beer.

So I hooked up with some Meetin friends, and we met at Bob’s Garage on the Aspinwall/Blawnox border. If you’ve never been there, it’s a tiny tiny place that is completely over-decorated for the holidays. Right now, they have their Halloween decor going — and while completely garish, it still pales compared to their Christmas decor. If you have children, stop by for lunch (they do have good food), and watch your children’s heads spin.  It’s like Hartwood Acres decorations jammed into about 2,000 square feet. Don’t mind anyone having decor seizures — it’s simply par for the course.

As I love to do, I grab a beer, a seat and start BSing with folks. And this is where I heard a funny little story.

Apparently, in a Plum neighborhood, there’s a curious little tradition taking hold for Halloween: While kids go trick-or-treating and get lots of candy and goodies, the parents that are taking them get a little treat of their own: shots.

Now what kind of shots, I’m not sure. I’m sure some kind of schnapps would do the trick. And I’m not sure if they bring their own shot glass or if the home owner has to provide them.

But man, can you imagine what the end of that adventure must be like? I’m picturing little Donnie in a Charlie Brown ghost costume, poking his dad who is passed out in somebody’s lawn with a stick. Parents staggering down the sidewalk, kids baffled as to what’s wrong. Some other parent climbing up a tree to play a little trick on the guy in the neighborhood that they don’t like, little Jenny at the bottom saying, “Dad, come down right now!” Dad saying, “Shhh! No. It’s OK. I’ll be down in a sec!” and then promptly falling out of said tree.

This may be worthy of trip out that way. Maybe I should round up one of my nephews (heeeey, they live in Plum! And I have 4 to choose from!) and go check this out. Traditions like this could get me to renew my love of Halloween!

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