Summer days are numbered. One more to go. There will be a closing of the door. Fall is ready to enter. It is drinking pumpkin spice coffee and planning a hayride. The Old Man is receiving a flannel shirt from L.L. Bean for a birthday gift. Autumn calls for different priorities. Christmas Carols begin now. A lot of talking about Holiday Jouneys. A Fall Fun state of mind.

The Frog Quartet has on its Christmas Costumes for the nightly performance. Actually, they will first wear orange for Halloween with pumpkins on stage. Then, on Thanksgiving, they will be joined by a singing Turkey. Finally, the white icing on the red velvet cake will be the dressing for Santa’s elves.

‘Mrs. K has placed on the bulletin board some Halloween Skeletons and pumpkins,’ Chet said. ‘The decorations make the classroom much more enjoyable,’ Chet continued. ‘The Orpheum Theatre will have a showing of The Bride of Frankenstein Friday night,’ Chet informed. ‘Let’s go and see if she screams the same shrill scream that she did the last time we saw the movie,’ Chet laughed. ‘After I heard that scream, I considered why Frankenstein enjoyed cigars,’ Chet winked. ‘She seemed a bit sensitive,’ Chet mused.

‘I have a new bowler hat to wear on Halloween,’ Billy B announced. I bought it at a hat store in Madison, Wisconsin,’ Billy B said. ‘I think after Halloween, I will wear it regularly, it has character and I feel like a character wearing it,’ Billy B chuckled. It is an old-style hat that you do not see being worn today,’ Billy B noted. ‘It is from Victorian times and has an old-world ambiance surrounding it,’ Billy B smiled. ‘People will remember me when they see the Bowler hat,’ Billy B said triumphantly.

So the spirit is willing at Halloween and throughout the Holidays. ‘I will host a Halloween party at my haunted house,’ Billy B announced. ‘We will bob for apples and tell ghost stories,’ Billy B laughed a macabre laugh. ‘We will have special visitors at the Party,’ Billy B promised.

‘Everyone join hands while I turn out the lights and we tell stories by candlelight,’ Jane instructed. ‘There is a pillow for each of you to sit on while you hold your neighbor’s hand,’ Jane advised. ‘It was a dark and stormy night when suddenly the hands we were holding seemed somehow different and alien from what we were used to,’ Jane said with a giddy laugh…