Minus the fiery tradition of Detroit, Devil's night was always the one time of year when kids were allowed and some time encouraged by adults to be a little bad. Soaped windows here, toilet paper garnish there, nothing permanent mind you. I always remember just up the street from my house where three streets come together, there is a large triangular island with huge oak trees standing guard. Every year, sometime between Johnny Carson and Halloween morning those trees were hit with the largest snow storm of toilet paper you've ever seen. Instant white, that lasted until a couple of good rains flushed the prank away.
I remember the story my eighth grade teach told about his Devil's night prank gone bad. His kids were around 5 and 7 when his neighborhood had a party on Devil's night for the kids. He lived at the end of the street and the lot next to his house was actually the beginning of the woods. He stayed home as his wife took the two kids to the party. At the end of the party the parents took the collection of miniature vampires, witches and princesses to TP (toilet paper for those of you who don't know the lingo) the houses and toss pop corn kernels at windows. All was going well with the miniature gang of hoodlums until they reached his house. He had anticipated the kids pranks and slipped out the back with a big white sheet. He snuck through the woods, where he laid in wait for the gang to reach the front of his house.
FLASH BACK TO THAT AFTERNOON: My teacher had spent the better part of the day trimming the bushes that lined the perimeter of his front yard. He had wondered if he had been to aggressive when cutting them back to 6 inches tall. "Oh well, they will always grow back", he thought, "having the bushes that low won't cause a problem."
FLASH FORWARD TO THAT NIGHT: Now the kids are laughing, toss kernels of corn against his window, getting help by a couple of parents to put TP on tree. When a deep loud groan came from the woods. Right then a large white ghost rose from the woods, moving towards the front yard. After a split second of silent terror, the high pitched squeal of 20 small kids filled the night air as they scattered like fire ants recently excited. The problem came when one by one the kids disappeared as the reached the boundaries of the yard. It turns out that each vampire, princess and superman were tripped up by the six inch high bushes they didn't see as they made their mad dash from the ghost. With 20 bruised and battered kids to answer to, my teach was out of the running for neighbor of the year.
"Sometimes you have to be a little bad just to know your alive." Chris
Stevens Northern Exposure
Now for combining the world of information technology and gruesomeness, I offer the following URL. Test your skills at identifying computer programmers from serial killers. Good luck. - thanks Bob for this disturbing link
<http://www.malevole.com/mv/misc/killerquiz/>
I remember the story my eighth grade teach told about his Devil's night prank gone bad. His kids were around 5 and 7 when his neighborhood had a party on Devil's night for the kids. He lived at the end of the street and the lot next to his house was actually the beginning of the woods. He stayed home as his wife took the two kids to the party. At the end of the party the parents took the collection of miniature vampires, witches and princesses to TP (toilet paper for those of you who don't know the lingo) the houses and toss pop corn kernels at windows. All was going well with the miniature gang of hoodlums until they reached his house. He had anticipated the kids pranks and slipped out the back with a big white sheet. He snuck through the woods, where he laid in wait for the gang to reach the front of his house.
FLASH BACK TO THAT AFTERNOON: My teacher had spent the better part of the day trimming the bushes that lined the perimeter of his front yard. He had wondered if he had been to aggressive when cutting them back to 6 inches tall. "Oh well, they will always grow back", he thought, "having the bushes that low won't cause a problem."
FLASH FORWARD TO THAT NIGHT: Now the kids are laughing, toss kernels of corn against his window, getting help by a couple of parents to put TP on tree. When a deep loud groan came from the woods. Right then a large white ghost rose from the woods, moving towards the front yard. After a split second of silent terror, the high pitched squeal of 20 small kids filled the night air as they scattered like fire ants recently excited. The problem came when one by one the kids disappeared as the reached the boundaries of the yard. It turns out that each vampire, princess and superman were tripped up by the six inch high bushes they didn't see as they made their mad dash from the ghost. With 20 bruised and battered kids to answer to, my teach was out of the running for neighbor of the year.
"Sometimes you have to be a little bad just to know your alive." Chris
Stevens Northern Exposure
Now for combining the world of information technology and gruesomeness, I offer the following URL. Test your skills at identifying computer programmers from serial killers. Good luck. - thanks Bob for this disturbing link
<http://www.malevole.com/mv/misc/killerquiz/>
Happy Halloween
