all hallows

but not too much extraordinary. Reading Jefferson comparing the relative size and fortitude of quadrapeds of the new and old worlds. Reading about the bardic tradition in English poetry. This morning, fittingly, reading 30 papers evaluating horror movie reviews. Finally watching Seven Up and Seven Plus Seven...five more to go, though I saw 42 Up in the theater in PDX. Vanessa tells an anecdote about a man wielding a chainsaw at Nick's then locates my fame and marriage lines. Chris comes over to share pizza and give out treats to the few trick-or-treaters, a ragtag mangy bunch of mostly too-old or out-too-lates. The best costume is the small ghost of a Titanic drowned boy, complete with ineffectual life preserver. Sirens. And the oddest coincidence - Stove and I have both written Donner party sonnets! Now, there's that lonely freight train whistle telling me it's time for bed.