‘Halloween is tomorrow,’ Chet said with panache. ‘The Orpheum Theatre is showing Son of Frankenstein tonight,’ Chet continued. ‘You know the one where Frankenstein smokes a cigar and says, ‘Smoke Good’ Chet observed. ‘I want to see if the same people are in the Theatre this Halloween Eve as last year,’ Chet winked. ‘So much of life is repetition,’ Chet noted. ‘Have you noticed that wherever you go there are some people who stand out and many who are shadow people…faceless…nameless,’ Chet observed. ‘A car wreck happens and has a half dozen witnesses who see the collision and all have a different account of what happened,’ Chet laughed. ‘You are gathered together for holiday and it occurs to you that you have been in the same place and said the same things but no one seems to notice or care about the reoccurring phenomenon,’ Chet mused. ‘I have seen a fellow traveler go around the corner and when I rounded the corner no one was there,’ Chet winked.

‘Excuse me is this seat taken,’ Frankenstein asked? ‘I thought that I would enjoy the flick with you this Halloween Eve,’ I especially enjoy the scene where I smoke the cigar with the Old Blind Man…he had some great cigars,’ Frank continued. ‘Would you like to meet him…he is here with me at the Orpheum and says it is one of his favorite Theaters,’Frank N. Stein laughed. ‘You realize I have played the role thousands of times…you think you are watching a film of me when in reality I am here for the duration of the performance,’ Frank N. Stein winked knowingly. ‘We are all in the Program,’ Frank N. Stein said as he patted the back of Chet.

‘The Cuban Missile Crisis just happened…yet President Kennedy is on television with a live news conference announcing the Soviet missiles in Cuba,’Jane said with confusion and some fear. ‘Although he is a wordsmith he repeated a sentence twice at the beginning of the speech and at its conclusion,’ Jane mentioned. ‘It was a bit like a film getting stuck in a movie projector and freezing on a movie scene,’ Jane explained.

‘What a glorious Thanksgiving Table,’ Neva J said. ‘I think I must be dreaming…Billy B and Jane and Chet all are kids sitting around the feast…suddenly they are old,’Neva J observed with a grin. ‘Grandma A was there…then gone…then back with a wide grin,’ Neva J said. ‘First the Table was laden with my customary roast beef…then Earl’s smoked turkey…and by the way who is Earl,’ Neva J wondered aloud.

‘Remember Al Gore being inaugurated as President of the United States…you can not find it in the history books or newspapers which insist that George W. Busch was the President,’ Billy B said. ‘Could it be that our reality is controlled by and experienced Gamer,’ Billy B asked?