Breathing Halloween Skeletons


We met this bunch of suave guitar-holding skeletons at a Halloween party for children, which my toddler son thoroughly enjoyed.

My first reaction looking at them was, though they were barren their presence was paramount, shrouding the rest of us in the hall. Setting the mood for the occasion, they sent vibes of joy and were unlike other blood-curdling or spine-tingling skeletons.

Though their smile was endearing their eyeballs cautioned that they’d long been dead: Stare at the “balls-eye” and you’ll know.

How different are we from them? Dead and insensitive we too are? In flesh and blood we certainly are breathing. We are worse shadows.

They Say:

You touch the feet of Theodore Dwight Woolsey, and you’ll study at Yale.


Did I touch his feet when I toured Yale University? Yes


Could I study at Yale? No

Grab the bull by its balls, and it’ll bring you financial good luck.

Did I grab the balls? Yes, the cold bronze


Did the grabbing help? No

Lastly, on a Halloween night:


Do I need that mask to be called a devil? No

So I am a devil? Yes

Do I hate myself? Not yet

Happy Ending or Nappy Ending? Happy ending, hopefully.