Its Halloween, and I hope everybody has a blast at their party, or with their kids or grand kids. I liked the hanging apparition above at a neighbor's house. I especially enjoy the moonlight at this time of the month and the weather is right for a crisp night-time walk.
Over the years, I've enjoyed memorable costume parties; enjoyed teasing the littlest kids at the door when they arrive with their bags for a treat. I admire the people who decorate with sound effects and scare the daylights out of kids. It gives them a thrill to remember forever. My adult children can still remember the addresses where they were terrified the most. As youngsters they looked forward to Halloween almost as much as Christmas.
But, scaring yourself is not easy, it takes a separation of logic. I was really scared only three times in my life as an adult. Once, when I read a book on rape and suddenly felt insecure. Another when I read a book on alien beings invading our planet, posed as true stories, and rather credible. (I was much younger then.) And again when I chanced to meet Uri Geller and he read my mind. He could answer my questions, that I framed mentally, before I gave them voice. It took me a pause to realize he was answering my thoughts. It still gives me the chills to think about it.