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The boy (that'd be Ash, who worked for us this past summer) wasn't home when I dropped by today after work to leave off part of his Halloween costume. He was at square dancing. (Yes, the swing your partner, do-see-do, alamand left affair. That thing. Probably there are chickens in breadpans. Likely there are turkeys in the straw, too. I'd like to note for the record that the boy is at square dancing ENTIRELY WITHOUT IRONIC INTENT. He's at square dancing because (a) there are chicks and (b) the square dancers get out of school to go to the State Farm Show in Harrisburg.) Anyway, he wasn't home when I dropped off my contribution to his Halloween outfit. My contribution: Black fishnet stockings and a black satin corset.

( Ash's Halloween Costume... )