Halloween fell on a Wednesday this year, which is the night I take Kate downtown for her music-lessonin’, and I take myself out for a midweek drink. People think of Halloween in Detroit in terms of arson and mayhem, but there’s also this:
And that can only mean?
Right outside where I was planning to eat dinner, too. No problem — I’ve been doing this long enough I know the alternate parking places. So I parked, fed the meter, and took a few snaps:
The pizza has something to do with the band, but frankly, I’m afraid to Google it. On the whole, though, they’re nice kids. I asked before every picture. People are nice when you ask. Note the license plate — South Dakota.
And face it: Nobody takes the trouble to get dressed like this and doesn’t want people to pay attention.
Whoop-whoop! Fam-i-ly! Fam-i-ly!
You can watch this, if you really want to know more. A rare short documentary that’s worth the 24 minutes or so it takes to watch.
And that’s about all I have today. Juggalos. Oh, here’s Tom Nardone, the head of the Mower Gang, on Conan last night. A little late for pumpkin-carving, but not a bad segment.
The days tick ever-closer to election day, when my life will get a lot easier. Yours too, I suspect.
The week is on a downslope. Enjoy it.