Some Past Halloween Humor by R.T.

A few old friends asking: How I was doing after I became a widower.

My answer, "Like a pumpkin after Halloween. Discarded and alone!"

Their usual response: "Why I never heard that before!" – and not very nice.

My answer, "Well, I was never a widower before."

And I often heard as they walked away, "Smarty pants!"

My answer, "Maybe so." But they never asked again.

Further to the waste of pumpkins, I recall what my granny Christie's request: I go and collect them from our neighborhood. Which I would do with my wagon. And a few days later we feasted on pumpkin pies.

While recollecting the old days – I have to say, thank goodness for indoor plumbing. Nuff said.