Tara: I’ll be Wonder Woman if you’ll be The Hulk.
Michael: The Hulk? Nope. Can’t do it. My favorite costume has always been a zombie.
Tara: Knowing you, I must ask: “As a kid or recently?”
Michael: Welllllllll … maybe recently. Actually, I haven’t dressed up in a year or two … but man, did I used to go all out….
Tara: Hard to believe. Why don’t you expound on that … because I know you want to.
Michael: Welllllllll … ripped up suit … baby powder in the hair to make me look moldy and oldy … ghoulish make-up … my buddy Bill in the crook of my arm….
Tara: Bill is no doubt a shrunken head?
Michael: Nope. He’s a life-sized human skull. And he’s my friend.
Tara: I’m very happy for you. It’s kinda sad that you guys only get to hang out once a year.
Michael: It’s okay. Bill’s used to it. But enough about Bill: How about you? What was your favorite Halloween costume?
Tara: Six years running my best friend Kate and I were Harpo and Groucho. I was Harpo. It really killed me not to be able to talk.
Michael: Wow! I would have LOVED that … !!! Imagine: You not talking … !!!
Tara: I’m not even going to respond to that. Yeah, it was great. We were even in our local paper once. But the last year we went trick or treating we got mugged by high school kids.
Michael: Drama!
Tara: The best part was Kate pleaded with the muggers to just give her back her Mom’s pillowcase so she wouldn’t be mad. She got it back too.
Ahh, Halloween. Who doesn’t love it? It would be un-American!
Michael: And with less dentists’ visits! And no splooshed pumpkins in the street!
Tara: Those are sad.
Michael: True … but what else are you going to do with’em?
So … what are your favorite memories about Halloween … ???
Clacked by Michael Noble 
on Oct 29, 2010 @ 10:00 EST5EDT
Love the Harpo…and for Michael..why would I think anything other then a zombie? Hmmm, well, many fun memories with the boys. But the highlight year…one of my clerical staff dressing as a hooker. Long blond wig, eye lashes three feet out, spike heels, fish net nylons, the whole 9 yards. Actually, stunningly beautiful and turned some heads. Did I mention this clerk was actually a guy? All I could say was..nice color lipstick Michael. Later on in the morning my phone started ringing off the hook..the other clerks had him take the batch of letters up to the director’s office for signature…he definitely made an impression. Then it was a parade of people coming through the entire day. I took pictures but when I took them in for developing…the stinken place sent me photos which were not mind and I never got this roll. But to this day wonder what the people who got them must have thought when they opened that envelope.
That had had some cajones Mikki! I bet he was fun to work with.
Michael was a good guy and will always be one of my favorites under my supervision. The other clerical staff use to bully him like big sister would a brother and he had a good attitude. He was also a good looking guy BUT very married to a gorgeous lady. He was in school part-time working full time while his wife was a full-time student working part time.
Excuse me…Groucho here…what’s that about Harpo not talking??? I don’t remember that bit…
Well. Maybe I wasn’t great at that part of the costume. Shhhh.
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Thank you for reaffirming this, Katie.
It’s a ‘forest through the trees’ kinda thing.
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A long time ago in a city not too far away from where I’m at now, two friends of mine and I (dressed as an old lady, a hobo and a hunchback) went trick or treating on our street, sans parents. (Immediately, you know these were times of ancient history.) A block away one our neighbors had transformed there house into a cavalcade of horrors. Creepy corridors to navigate … an operating room complete with some tortured soul splayed across a table, spaghetti entrails spilling out his mid-section … ghouls suddenly attacking in an impossibly closed room with no escape. Frighteningly good fun for the three of us.
After our ‘escape’ from the house of terrors, we continued roaming neighborhoods for hours. Finally, our pillowcases filled to overflowing, it was time to head home and dump our booty so we could venture out for more. When we entered the house, my mother’s eyes went wide and her face took on a terrified look: “What is on your shoulder … ?!?” she asked me.
There, unbeknownst to me, was a giant piece of raw calf’s liver that had been given a tour of the neighborhood while we asked for tricks or treats. Apparently, that dude on the operating table with his insides out had left me a present …
Good times.