I’ve been carving pumpkins each year since my mother first trusted me with a knife.
I carved these fellas this afternoon. Normally I would keep them all around and have 3 or 5 on my front porch. Alas it is a Saturday night and we are going to meet friends out on University Avenue for dinner. We have a table reserved front and center to watch the goings on. So two are being given away, one to each of my nearby neighbors and one will stay here to light the room later as The Better Half and I watch a holiday movie upon our return from dinner.
Years ago, in my all but not too distant past, I would have been among the throngs being watched. We have done our share of elaborate group costumes attracting attention and having a blast. Don’t get me wrong, we aren’t necessarily done and have not become fuddy duddies, it’s just this year we will spectate.
I’ll leave you with the most Fearsome of all of Transylvania’s Transvestites as I am escaping to the bathroom to turn Fearsome black. We will be spectating as Superman. If Superman were to have Fearsome on his face, Fearsome would be black. No worries it’s only temporary!