Not willing to engaged in another costume epoch, we accepted the offer of magazine owner Carl Zablotney to sit at his table in the epicenter of the annual Halloween
parade on Lincoln Rd.
Probably the most intriguing member of our table was Leo's co-worker, Joseph. Here he employed several welll-know ploys: The mystery of the skirt. The mystery of the mask. and the obviously good body. It drew people mad.

Times are hard for everyone, and we caught Wire owner Carl dining on a fine fillet of rat (that he had stolen out of my pocketbook).

Our favorite little boy, Carlito, looked so cute we fought over who was going to bonce him on our knee.

Every party this year had to have one of these.

We love group efforts like this.

Thomas Barker was a fine Amy Winehouse...

...and she didn't have to do any character study to pull it off so finely.