I spent the better part of the weekend clearing brush around Chez Og. Tonight, the rain is pelting against the windows. Speaking with a friend about this time of year, about haloween, about the long nights, pillowcase in hand, walking five or six miles up the road to get bags and bags of molar-destroying delight. We as often made our own costumes, and we would often walk up Cline Avenue from Cedar Lake all the way to route 8, a distance of some four miles. We’d then switch costumes, empty our candy into mom’s car (she’d meet us up there when we phoned from the last house) and go back again. Except that one year.

On that one year, Partner wanted to be The Mummy. they had run the lot of the movies weekend after weekend on the Channel 32 station’s “creature features”. Partner wanted to be the mummy and that was that. It was a warm night, probably almost 80. Unseasonably warm for Halloween. So he also didn’t want to get wrapped up on the outside of clothes,which would have looked bad anyway, as he didn’t have any gauze, his mom wrapped him in toilet paper.

His wishes prevailed, finally, and after much argument he managed to get his mom to wrap him up. His dad made the whole deal more realistic by sprinkling him with fine dust (from the ubiquitous yellow indiana clay) I have to say, it was a good job. He looked marvelous. He WAS the mummy.

until it started to rain, at which point his costume went from being “the mummy” to being “naked 12 year old”.

Still, he got a lot of candy. But then, Cedar Lake always WAS full of pervs.