The spookiest thing about Halloween in this part of Manhattan isn’t the parade, which you can’t even see for the crowds, but the crowds lined up to see the parade before it starts. Spooky. Quiet. Weird. Dusk; people lined up behind barricades along the Avenue; horns honking as traffic starts to jam up – but nothing actually happening. A strange hush muffles even the honking and the murmuring.
Later on things are just amusing. Here’s a Harlequin and his Skeleton Dad enjoying a Big Salty.
Meanwhile over on Fifth Ave., Prince Elvis Travolta struck a pose.
Then I came home and we watched The Others. Now that’s Halloween-scary.