Old Jack was sitting like this in a pile of curbside trash Friday afternoon in the ‘hood. Frankly, I can’t see why Jack was put out with the garbage. He looks perfectly frightening. Isn’t that the function of a Jack-O-Lantern? Perfection. It’s a curse I tell you.
My 50th birthday ended up being rather low key yesterday for reasons beyond my control. But that’s okay. My friend took me out to dinner and we enjoyed way too much seafood. We decided kind of spur-of-the-moment, relatively speaking, that we would go to Austin today for the Texas Book Festival and Halloween on 6th Street tonight. It sounds like a pretty full day provided we take off for Austin — about a four-hour drive — at the time we said we would shoot for which is about 9 a.m.
I’ll take my camera and we will see what develops. Oh. That’s kind of a bad pun isn’t it? Darn. Happy Halloweenie!