Last night, for Halloween, Bernadette and I sat on her porch steps, extending our giant bowl of candy to the kids who walked by, and waving to the parents. Bern occupies a house in a fairly residential area of Lincoln Park, and if you block out the occasional traffic noises from Fullerton you can almost swear you're in the suburbs.

We're enjoying the parade of cowboys and hippies and insects that walk past us. And then (because sometimes parents like to dress up a little too), we see a mom dressed in a French maid costume, fishnets and all. We smile politely, give her children some candy, and wait for them to move on.

"Well we know what they're into in that house," Bern says.
"No kidding," I reply. "She totally got that from the back of her closet."
"Are you sure I should wear this?" Bern asks, imitating the wife.
"Of course!" I say, being the husband, "No one will know!"

...For your Halloween lovers out there:
+ My 2006 Halloween blog
+ My 2005 Halloween blog
+ My 2003 Halloween blog