Has Elvis Grown Out of the Building?

Early in the evening there seemed to be somewhat fewer kids than in past years -- it probably had something to do with the Rec Center on 30th St. being closed for Earthquake Renovation so no Great Haunted House -- but before long the streets were swarming with Trick or Treaters, their parents, grandparents and dogs.
Jim and Karen brought Fee the Tiger over for her first Halloween Trick or Treating (after her parents and the Plotniks consumed an extraordinary Rosenblum Cellars 2004 Carla's Vineyard zinfandel, which, ghouls and ghoulies, goes great with spaghetti and meatballs as well as Baby Ruths).

The Great Duckopatra reigned from the front stairs, wine glass in hand, while...
The Great Fish Head handed out 310 pieces of candy (2 155 piece Costco bags), one per Trick or Treater, sort of, and only ended up putting three in the freezer for later.

Plotnik has decided that the big difference between SoCal and NorCal Halloweens is that down South the dad sits in the car, wearing a sweat shirt and jeans, and drives his kid from house to house, whereas in NorCal, especially on The Great Plotnik World Headquarters and Meatball Kitchen Boulevard, parents dress up even more than their kids. A seven year old geisha walks up the steps holding on to her five year old Harry Potter brother, while their Dorothy and Scarecrow parents wait proudly at the curb, holding on to their Golden Retreiver who is wearing a Merlin pointed cap.

Hundreds and hundreds of people walk up and down TGPWHMK Boulevard, smiles on their faces, old, young, all colors, all sizes, all happy. It's our National Holiday.

The Great Fish Head disbursed candy to Fairy Princesses, Princesses-no Fairy and Fairies-no Princess (or so she said, but Plot couldn't really see the difference), as well as Darth Vaders, Power Rangers, quite a few Pippi Longstockings, Great Pumpkins, varied sorcerers and several cartoon characters Plot could not recognize...yet this year, not one George Bush mask. He's not funny anymore.

Elvis didn't even show up -- this year Elvis stood in front of his house disguised in the white smock of a Network Administrator. The rumor is he can no longer fit in his tight whites with cape.