October is rolling along. The baseball playoffs are in play. The month of scary, mysterious creatures and mystical events is upon us. October helps us get our minds off so many unanswered questions in our day-to-day lives. When we see Frankenstein, we understand his motivation. He is misunderstood as we are. Frankenstein was looking for a friend. Someone to smoke a cigar with. A little peace and quiet refuge from a type A wife. Our leaders seem to have such deep motivations that we assume criticism is appropriate. Let your ‘yes’ be ‘yes’ and your ‘no’ be ‘no,’ it has been said. Brevity is a key to communication. We have two ears and one mouth, so we should use them appropriately.

‘The day is exquisite,’ Old Man said. ‘The autumn leaves are brilliant, cool breezes lend to contemplation, ‘the Old Man continued. ‘Thoughts of days gone by and the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,’ the Old Man laughed to himself. ‘I have brought my appetite,’ the Old Man exclamied! ‘I am glad to see you, Mr. Deer,’ the Old Man greeted. ‘My, you have a jaunty hat, Mr. Badger,’ the Old Man continued. ‘Mr. Mole, are those new glasses you are wearing,’ the Old Man asked with a wink. ‘Mr. Toad has a new automobile,’ the Old Man asked. ‘You are quite the racecar driver,’ the Old Man observed.

‘OM, how are you? You’re getting younger,’ Mr. Mole asked. ‘Each time we meet, I see more of the Young Man I first met,’ Mr. Mole observed. ‘I remember when you worked 16+ hours per day to make your bread,’ Mr. Mole grinned. ‘By the way, MJ did make some delicious bread in those halcyon days,’ Mr. Mole laughed so hard his glasses fell forward on his nose.

‘Follow me, OM, and I will show you my recent discovery,’ Mr. Badger said. ‘It is a time machine hidden in the midst of the ancient sandstone,’ Mr. Badger continued. ‘Walk through the tunnel and you will see something amazing,’ Mr. Badger smiled.

‘Hit the deck, you rubberneck,’ Neva J called out. ‘I have the coffee made and the bacon for your bacon sandwich,’ Neva J said as she returned to bed.

‘This year we shall dress as the Wind In The Willows characters,’ Chet said. ‘We will be the talk of the Halloween Party,’ Chet continued. ‘We will have Frankenstein join us, he is sleeping in the guest room since he and his Bride had a disagreement over his cigars,’ Chet winked. ‘Frankenstein thoroughly enjoys an autumn picnic in the woods,’ Chet proclaimed. ‘We will bolster his spirit before he returns to domestic bliss,’ Chet laughed.

‘Cigars for all,’ Frankenstein said with glee.