My feelings about Halloween run from complete and utter disinterest to strong annoyance, depending on how close upon us the damn day is. I’ve got a kid who’s old enough to get into it now, though, so this year I needed to suck it up and fake some enthusiasm.

I did okay. Mostly because Billy loves Halloween and I followed his lead. He insisted trick or treating would be more fun for the kid if he did it with a friend or two. So that’s what we did. It was a lot of fun. The kids went to five or six houses, then returned home to check out the spoils. Yes, five or six pieces of candy. I know we won’t get off so easily in the future.

I only got one picture, and it’s not that good.

Why so few pictures? Because my friend Everette was visiting.

He’s way better with the camera thing than I am, so I let him do the documenting. More/better photos when he sends them along. It was kind of awesome. If you’re friends with any professional photographers, I highly recommend inviting them over on a day that just happens to coincide with some kind of family milestone. Oh…say…kid’s first Halloween where he’s old enough to care about trick or treating? “Hey, there, old buddy with the camera capable of taking good photos at dusk who actually knows how to wield said camera effectively at dusk? Want to come over? With your camera? There’ll be pizza…”

Yeah. It was pretty cool. I’m psyched to get those photos.

Oh, and it was rather fantastic to see Everette, too. Did I mention that we hadn’t seen each other in ten years? (He was already planning on passing through town this weekend. I SWEAR I did not actually invite him over because of the camera. That would have been…well…weird.)

Halloween was pretty good this year. I may have to revise my opinion about the holiday. But you’re still not going to get me into a costume. No fucking way.