That big, full moon coming up through thin clouds the other night sure was a perfect opportunity for telling ghost stories. Saw it rise as orange as a store-bought Jack-o-lantern over the Atlantic with some low-hanging clouds adding a jagged smile for effect.
I used to scare easy, until finding out that monsters eschew me. Vampires? Too much garlic in the diet. Werewolves? One sniff and they turn tail and run. Zombies? Obviously, if I had any brains I’d be in PR.
Halloween is on a Sunday this year – a perfect opportunity for the town of Chapel Hill, which lately has been trying to keep out-of-towners to a minimum, to warn people away. Right now, the big electric signs in the bypass used during sporting events are being reprogrammed to read: “Move Along. Nothing to See Here.†And “Don’t You Have to Work in the Morning?â€
Meanwhile, Carrboro is quietly building its own homegrown celebration, with another Fright Night for teens at The ArtsCenter and various other doings about town.
Like it or not, you have to admit, at least we do Halloween with a little more style than most places. I noticed during my recent foray to the coast that people there are planning to dress as either a pirate, a sexy pirate, a shark or a sexy shark. At least around here, walking concepts and anthropomorphic kitchen appliances are mixed in with the standard assortment of heroes, villains and sexy whatevers.
It’s a holiday more about imagination than horror – unless you’re trying to find a place to park. Cue the creepy organ music. — Kirk Ross