This is old news in crazy crap town, but it would sadden me not to have the world know of the my husband's amazing feats. Since we live in Mayberry, Halloween is a big, big deal. We gave away 22 bags of candy this year. In 3 1/2 hours. Serious trick-or-treating.
Eamon, ever the one for overblown efforts, launched a campaign to scare the crap out of everyone last Halloween. He dressed as a scarecrow, and sat slumping in a chair in our front lawn. Kids would invariably go up to inspect him, and as they turned to leave, he'd get up and follow. Or he'd simple start moving as they looked at him. Much hilarity ensued. My job: Dress as a witch, and through the use of a "safe word," alert him to the presence of very small children who should not be overly frightened. We were the hit of the block.
So, of course, this year, Eamon must top himself, which was no mean feat. Rather than describe his efforts, I'll make use of this space-age tool, the latter-day stereoptican -- digital video -- as shot by one of our neighbors. You can view it here.
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