Paul was over last night for shrimp boil. There was a knock on the door, but it wasn't a trick-or-treater. A young man from Occupy Columbia was canvassing to oppose the Walmart expected to go up in place of Capital City (baseball) Stadium. He met a friendly reception. We signed his petition and I gave him a bowl of shrimp boil. His name is Dillon and he lives up the street. We had to decline the opportunity to march on City Council, but were otherwise totally supportive. Hopefully he has other successful canvasses.
Trick-or-treaters eventually turned up, though not in great numbers. Paul and I listened to Orson Welles' War of the Worlds, which was suitably creepy. Amelia got comfortable enough to sit on Paul's satchel for a while. Well, I thought it was funny.
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