by Benjamin J. Kirby
Finn and I had a really nice time sitting in the chairs on the front lawn handing out candy to the kids who came by. I hate to say this given the trouble of folks up in the Northeast, but the weather was perfect -- cool, a little breezy. Just right.
He loved looking at the stars, all the crazy kids in costumes, and even the little appropriately-timed bat which flew around for a bit above us. I think Finn had fun:
I was referred to as his "Grampa," but when you're follically challenged and what's left is virtually all gray, you come to expect it. You don't get used to it -- you never do -- but it is what it is.
Emeline was the best purple grapes I've ever seen:
The best part was all of us gorging ourselves on candy. I know I don't really mean this, but if I never see another Reece's Peanut Butter Cup, it'll be too soon.
By the way, I'm going to Chicago tomorrow for a board meeting of the National Association of Planning Councils -- I'm the Board Secretary (somehow). It's a great group, and we have a pretty full schedule, but if I can get away to pay homage to the political Mecca of Obama Headquarters, I may do just that.
Will have some pictures and stuff to upload when I return.