Gary and I will humiliate ourselves this Saturday by marching in our town's little Halloween parade. Gary is dressing as Endora from Bewitched, and I will be a Psychedelic Angel, which is an equal mix of Elton John and a jackass, except in wings and a halo. I'll be sporting white glitter hair and six-inch white go-go boots and will undoubtedly break an ankle. I plan to share pix on MySpace, so look for those soon!

I'm working diligently on my third memoir, now tentatively titled, "Raccoons, Rattlers & Resort Wear: A City Man's Search for His Walden Pond."

Happy Halloween!