
So it is October 5th. Halloween is fast approaching. The leaves are changing. Spirits are rising. Orange and black are in. Talk of witches and ghosts. Frankenstein is on the table. ‘He’s alive…He’s alive,’ Dr. Frankenstein proclaimed, but not yet. Cob Webs are in fashion. We dress to look like someone we are not. At times the original figure is more frightening. After Halloween come the midterm elections. Politicians are dressed in their best ‘Honest Abe Suits,’ with accompanying masks. They care about us…the poor of the land. They lose sleep worrying about us. If we simply trust them one more time, they will pull the country out of the ditch and get it back on the road to success. The Costumed Politicians hug the women and kiss the babies. Their masks are carved with big gaudy smiles. If they get voted in, they will get you a good-paying job. They will drive your mother to the doctor and babysit your kids. You will soon see how they keep their promises.

‘I would like to open this annual convention of Monsters and affiliated scary creatures,’ Frankenstein said with a smile. ‘We have one item on the agenda, and that being how we gain our rightful place at Halloween,’ Frankenstein continued. ‘Of late the Politicians have replaced us,’ Frankenstein explained. ‘It is becoming increasingly difficult to get a place at the table,’ Frankenstein said. ‘As you all know, we are in the fantasy business and really love kids and their caretakers…but the Politicians are rapidly taking our place with real horror that goes much beyond Halloween,’ Frankenstein frowned.

‘As one of the newest members of this convention, I suggest we bring them to my liminal space and lose them there,’ the Old Man said with a grin. ‘Soon they will be lost from each other and will never find their way out of the many empty rooms and halls…we can start again,’ the Old Man winked. ‘Let us return Halloween to the Monsters who do not hurt kids and their parents…who give them goose flesh or a chill up their spine that causes them to laugh for delight,’ the Old Man suggested.
