Blessed Samhain Eve, all y’all! The seasons are turning, the seas are rising, the storms are coming. We’re expecting our ghosts and goblins to get wet, assuming we get any to begin with. We’re in a cul-de-sac with 16 houses, surrounded by empty dirt lots for a couple of blocks, and if there are any kids on the street younger than high school, I haven’t seen them in the last year.
On the other hand (from Pete Cato (@radio_dj69) on Threads):
Truer words have never been spoken!
