Kalib's parents bought him a girly pirate outfit for Halloween, but he didn't wear it

Kalib's parents bought him a pirate costume for Halloween, but when they pulled it out of the package, they discovered that it was a dress. They had bought him a lady pirate's outfit. So, they dressed him up as an Arizona State quarterback instead.

Kalib tosses his football into the air.

He fumbles.

Everybody fumbles. Now the plan was to take him to the Alaska Transportation Museum, where they were going to be handing out treats. I did not want to get stuck on their schedule, so I decided to follow separately.

Just after they left, the first group of trick-or-treators came to the door. When we first moved here, the trick-or-treators came hard and heavy. They would hike through the snow to our door and sometimes through subzero F temperatures, but they came, unstoppable. Sometimes, we would run out of candy and have to make an emergency run to Carr's.

And then one year, only a few came and it has been that way ever since.

I was a little worried about leaving Margie to hobble repeatedly to the door on her crutches to deal with trick-or-treators, so I waited awhile. No more came. She assured me that, even if they did, their numbers would be small and she could handle it. So I headed to the transportation museum.

Sadly, I got there too late - all the candy had been given out and Kalib had got his share. I did get there in time to watch an old Mighty Mouse cartoon.

For my benefit, Kalib walked back through the old vehicles and underneath the airplanes. The first time that he had walked through here, someone in costume had been stationed at each machine to give out candy.

It was these people, they were the ones who gave out the candy.

On the way home, I drove past the outskirts of Serendipity and was surprised to see cars lined up throughout the streets, with large groups of children moving from house to house.

So that's what happened. Serendipity took away our woods - and our trick-or-treators, too. I guess everybody figures they will get more candy by going to the houses of rich people.

After I returned, Margie told me that only two small groups had come while I was gone.

I suppose I should have turned off the road and into Serendipity to take a few pictures of all the monsters, ghosts, Palins and other such nightmarish creatures wandering the streets there, but all I wanted to do at that point was to get home to see how Margie was doing.

Now we have all this candy left. What choice do I have, but to eat it?

Comments

[Ruth Z Deming]

wow, a mighty mouse cartoon: 'here i come to save the day.' a little grandiose but, hey, he did have superpowers.

[debby]

Grandiose? He had to be. He was competing with Underdog.

I love your trick or treaters. That 'beheaded kid' was very, very clever. Our little community does not allow trick or treating. I think that stinks. We go down town to distribute goodies.

[Wasilla, Alaska, by 300]

And if you could have seen the cartoon, you would have realized that, despite their vice and lust, Mighty Mouse was such a great mouseitarian that he swept in and saved all those mice from the trap the cats had set for them. They would not have fallen into this trap to become mousecicles, had they not succumbed to their lust in the first place, but Mighty Mouse did not judge. He saved.

Those were tough cats, too - the bullets the cops shot at them bounced right off.

But Mighty Mouse was tougher.