Look, I know what you're going to think, so let me make it plain: I am not AFRAID of a bunch of trick-or-treaters, OK? I know that under the costumes are just ordinary little kids, so sheltered and overprotected by their parents that they have only this one chance to get a pitiful few morsels of candy. And I do not sit in the back of my house, with the lights off, every Oct. 31 because I am a mean, old man who resents the idea that more people think they can come to my front door in one night than all the other nights of the year combined.
No, this is just my one chance every year to have two uninterrupted hours of contemplative introspection. It is comforting to sit alone in the dark and ruminate on what it must have been like 200 years ago when I could have camped out in the very spot where my house sits and not seen another single person for DAYS AND DAYS.
I have to go now and call my friend. For some reason, I thought my vacation would have kept me out of town until after Halloween, but now here I find myself, back in Fort Wayne. If my friend has a couple of hours to spare, I think I can talk into going out to dinner, say from 6 to 8 p.m. That should be just about right.
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Come on Leo, embrace your inner curmudgeon!