We do a lot of decorating and preparing for the little ghosts and goblins that invade our home on “Diablo Drive”, and this year was no different. I set up our fall village with a few ghosts and witches stuck in it here and there. I drag out the blinking haunted house, the skeleton that yells at little people, and “Witchy” that sits on a pedestal and sweeps. She is getting pretty old, and groans now when she wields that broom, but at least I don’t have to dust around her.
We had an issue with the ghost we put outside because it started to rain, and I jokingly suggested to the sister he ought to have an umbrella. She scrounged around, found a black umbrella and before I knew it I was outside bungeeing the umbrella to the railing so the ghost didn’t get wet. The pumpkin carving the sister did was pretty darned good this year, too. (I developed a sudden case of carpel tunnel.) You get the idea. We go a little nuts. But to me, the day after Halloween is more interesting than Trick-or-Treat night.
So what’s the aftermath? Well considering that one year we found a “For Sale” sign in front of the house, and another year we lost our cars, I guess you could say I’m cautious about the morning after. Not to mention the year we spent listening to cops on the scanner searching the woods for those little b*stards that lined their windshield wipers with Vaseline. We owned one of those “little b*stards, who cleverly escaped by a new technology at the time called walkie-talkies.
Things have calmed down considerably around here. Responsible parents take their little goblins out early. The older crowds flock to parties, and the teens think Halloween is for babies. Well, except for a few die-hards who always come up with the truly unique prank. I wonder what it will be this year.
One such prank was perpetrated on our civil war monument in the center of town. Some of the town fathers were a bit unsettled when they noticed a masked man covered in toilet paper and wearing a funny hat, riding the horse. And then there was that large pile on the ground under the horse’s behind…..
The kids that picked up a few cars and turned them 180 degrees deserved a certificate of achievement at the very least, especially since the cars were parked outside the town hall in the cemetery lot.
Back in the day, stealing pumpkins was a harmless prank. A friend with a pick up truck drove around town and he and his crew stole every pumpkin they could find. By the time our one cop and cruiser had picked up his trail, the pick up bed was loaded to pumpkins. The kid taunted the cop, driving by him and up a hill toward the police station. Of course the cruiser followed, two kids in the back dropped the tailgate, and the rest is right up there in our town’s Halloween prank history. Aah, the good old days.
I was especially impressed with a complete reversal of signs one year. Several stop signs were covered with bright red paper and the word “GO”, yield signs said “DUCK”, and arrow signs had points on each end. Priceless.
So, I’ll be doing some reconnaissance today, checking to see if there are any clever tricksters left in town. I’m hoping to find at least one artful prank that comes close or even tops the pumpkin drop. At least I would feel as though my tax dollars were going toward developing some cunning ingenuity in the youth of today.