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THE GRIM DUCK
As a kid in Buffalo I loved Halloween.
Being incognito in costumes means you never have to say you're sorry.
Trick-or-treating was lucrative
because there were at least two families in almost every house...
upstairs and downstairs flats, and houses just a few feet apart.
On Halloween night you could find yourself running with a group of strangers,
wondering where you lost your own gang.
Our parents often got us store-bought costumes...
skeletons, Popeye, Superman, Charlie Chan...like that.
If it was cold out you had to wear a dumb coat over your costume,
which took away the charm.
The masks and false faces were made of stiff starched cloth,
and after a half hour of breathing through it,
the nose part would melt and get floppy.
I tried bobbing for apples once and my jaw locked open.
I looked like the painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch.
Buffalo's a friendly city and the people were very nice to us little creeps,
but lately if I dress up for the occasion it's not in a regular costume...
It's just some flotsam and jetsam from the back of the closet.
I hate it when people ask me what I'm supposed to be.
Nowdays I may be too big to be doing trick-or-treat.
Too bad I don't drink anymore.
Alcohol really helped my Halloween enthusiasm.
My sister Valerie sent us this note:
"I am going to wear a costume
to hand out tricks or treats to the neighborhood kids as I usually do,
however, this year I'm going to have to make do
with half of one costume and half of another, since money is tight.
I have part of a "Grim Reaper" suit and half of a duck outfit
so I'm going as....... 'The Grim Duck'."
Jack Blanchard.
Being incognito in costumes means you never have to say you're sorry.
Trick-or-treating was lucrative
because there were at least two families in almost every house...
upstairs and downstairs flats, and houses just a few feet apart.
On Halloween night you could find yourself running with a group of strangers,
wondering where you lost your own gang.
Our parents often got us store-bought costumes...
skeletons, Popeye, Superman, Charlie Chan...like that.
If it was cold out you had to wear a dumb coat over your costume,
which took away the charm.
The masks and false faces were made of stiff starched cloth,
and after a half hour of breathing through it,
the nose part would melt and get floppy.
I tried bobbing for apples once and my jaw locked open.
I looked like the painting "The Scream" by Edvard Munch.
Buffalo's a friendly city and the people were very nice to us little creeps,
but lately if I dress up for the occasion it's not in a regular costume...
It's just some flotsam and jetsam from the back of the closet.
I hate it when people ask me what I'm supposed to be.
Nowdays I may be too big to be doing trick-or-treat.
Too bad I don't drink anymore.
Alcohol really helped my Halloween enthusiasm.
My sister Valerie sent us this note:
"I am going to wear a costume
to hand out tricks or treats to the neighborhood kids as I usually do,
however, this year I'm going to have to make do
with half of one costume and half of another, since money is tight.
I have part of a "Grim Reaper" suit and half of a duck outfit
so I'm going as....... 'The Grim Duck'."
Jack Blanchard.
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Billboard Duet of the Year, Grammy and CMA Finalists.
Home Page: http://www.jackandmisty.net
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jackandmisty
Billboard Duet of the Year, Grammy and CMA Finalists.
© Jack Blanchard, 2018
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