Something hangs in the air, perhaps a bubble waiting to be popped. No one seems interested in the village hobby of "checking in on the neighbor's." In fact, villagers seem to be walking away from a bunch of things. Perhaps, they are simply tired.
They have all but walked away from great debate event centered around the siege of the Fortress of Higher Education. In fact, the Right Hand Entity has left, leaving behind a giant rectangle of dirt, along with his boss, The God Who Eats Green Things, even though lawn scalpings are still piling up.
Our annual "Gimme Some Sugar" campaign on National Fright Night seemed to be enjoyed with less enthusiasm this year. Oh, the agents dressed in their uniforms, masks, and appropriate makeup. But no one said the passwords, "trick or treat!" Thousands of pounds of sugar were left in door side bowls, because of this. I suppose the villagers will have to eat all of that sugar and spoil their appetites for National Coma Day. I did get word, however, that National Fright Night in Hell's Gate, a subdivision in the south part of the village, was a success. Way to go, all of you agents and designated pumpkin smashers in Hell's Gate. Good to see the spirit hasn't died there (Wait. Maybe it did die....the spirit, that is...how can it be a spirit when it's still alive?)
Oh, and The "Rumble on Humbell (Street)" is still going, though no one could tell me what round. Even though promotors moved the sun and several blocks of village to accommodate, attendance and interest are down this year. Our fair Village Police Chief has reported that even Old Man Winter's sidekick, Jack Frost, has been absent. Although, some evidence of overnight shananigans did turn up. Allegations of steroid use spin wildly around the Sun God Ra this year and has turned off many spectators.
On the night of November 8th, an incident was reported as an all-out brawl broke out in the adult beverage tent at the Rumble. It started after someone served angry juice, then turned to finger pointing and innuendo. Police could only get a handle on things after the adult beverage tent collapsed upon the mob. A witness claimed things "got nuts" when two animals entered the tent. Roman Schmirnoff, owner and proprietor of the Rumble's petting zoo, was heard telling police as he tried to leave, "I can only afford to do this [Rumble] once every four years. I thought I could help myself by adding corporate sponsorships. Only the donkey and elephant ever got money, lots of it. It became so ridiculous. The Elephant started wearing.... a thing on his head! And pantsuits...on a donkey?! Always posing for crowds and flashing cameras, kissing babies. Now, it's all just a big three-ring circus. It's too much for one man! Too much!" Fingers are still being pointed today, concerning that incident on the 8th. Our fair Village Police Chief has been heard to say that if he so much as hears of a loaded finger, there will be arrests. In the meantime, clean up of the November 8th incident is now sheepishly commencing. I just hope, now that the November 8th mayhem is behind us, that we can survive until the final rounds of the Rumble on Humbell (Street) on December 21. I still have money on Old Man Winter, even if things look tough. Just in case anyone cares.
Well, anyway. Have a happy Coma Day! And if you haven't put yourself into a TV-watching-then-snoring-on-the-couch-drooling coma, take those orange ghosts that are blowing around in your backyards into the woods, they look like they need the exercise.
