Phantoms on the highways just outside of town.The unmistakable odor of ghouls in the cold air just before dawn.
The wails of banshees, inaudible to our ears, forcing birds by the billions to make their way south. Bats eyeing unattended children and household pets as days grow shorter and their feeding hours grow longer.
Those of us who still happen to be alive assemble here at our corner coffee shop to ward off the gloaming. We face the door waiting to see if Brooke Saucier will appear again and lead us in paying respect to those who have crossed into the Great Beyond.
To think of what Brooke is wearing as being a Halloween costume is an insult to our dearly departed. His apparel for “El Día de Los Muertos” is a reminder of the fact that each of us is allotted a certain, defined length of time. You and I and Brooke included.
A full moon was visible for a while last night, until it was eaten by puffy altostratus clouds which, when compared to an antibiotic-resistant intestinal parasite or a wood chipper, isn’t such a bad way to go.
Randy Gaynes
Nice outfit, but hard to find a matching tie.
(Then again, if he’s parading around during “Night of the Dead” in Oaxaca, he had probably get by without one.)
Always a fun ‘read,’ Pat. Your coffee house definitely has its own unique dress code!
Stephen Starr
Brooke can pull this off with great panache!