We had a Saturday night get-together with good friends. There was good, good wine, laughter, music, stories. They have a cool place. It was fun.
I’m working on some things. For now, for this week, Thanksgiving is coming up. Be safe, be well, treasure each other, value time, show kindness, and keep a warm place for those times when you need refuge. Inside.
I’ve never really had the nerve to do this. Not since I was about eleven and I trick-or-treated as Superman with one of those old, too-big, sparkle-spattered costumes that tied up the back like a hospital gown.
But what the hell. This year, some friends suggested I try the superhero motif for Halloween. I thought I had the bits and pieces to do Captain America. But I never got around to ordering the helmet and almost at the last minute I considered not bothering.
So I compromised. I cobbled this together and decided, screw it, I might just pull this off. So I showed up at work like this.
When asked “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Clark.”
Some folks got it.
Anyway, I may never look like this again. But, folks, this is what 64 looks like. For me, anyway.
