FOR HALLOWEEN...YOU CAN NEVER GO WRONG BURRYING SOMETHING

COUNTDOWN TO HALLOWEE 2011

So, there I was with my best friend "the Spoiler" (aka Bookman187) in mid October of 1975. We were "chilling," though back then we called it "vegging" or fermenting. Spoiler wanted to come up with something cool to do for HALLOWEEN. He wanted Effect! He wanted AFFECT! He wanted to S-C-A-R-E somebody. Me too.

If you take a look at Spoiler (below) you can see that he might have done the trick himself had he dressed up like a Grave Robber (or, oh, I dunno...a drug dealer???) This is how he looked though.

We wanted to make people who came by the Spoiler's house for Trick or Treat to:

SCREAM..... (see above) and although we knew the ones who would come by in the neighborhood would be grade-school kids, I like the screaming "babe" (above) better; so you get to see her picture.

The ingredients started (as it always did for Spoiler and Rogue) with some creative libations... just to get the cranial neurons firing and the imaginative juices flowing. We drank a bunch of beer (see above results)

Spoiler went and got himself a speaker (like the one above only more grungy and dirty and beat-up looking). He said: "rogue, let us bury said speaker in my front yard - - just a few inches below the surface and right next to the side-walk. Than, when the little cute tykes dressed up like Mickey and Princess Snow-white come tra-la-la-ing down the sidewalk...we'll yell hideous scary things through a microphone, via the wire, from my bedroom and scare the bat-hey-sus out of 'em. And we'll also play loud and spooky Halloween sound effects too." Yeah, I think that is exactly what he said. (don't let the beer we drank or the intervening 36 years cause you to doubt my laser-like memory)

So, Spoiler carefully wrapped the speaker in some clear plastic so as to insure that the moisture and dirt would not harm its pristine audio fidelity :)

We went out in his front yard with a shovel (or maybe he did it by himself... I'm not sure on this one) Yeah, a shovel, or maybe a spade... well, something like the thing above.

Right down near the side-walk. Yeah, I know, the phony photo (above) doesn't have a side-walk... well anyway... in the yard, below the grass, the speaker was carefully laid...

Spoiler had connected some good speaker wire (not as good as the kind in the photo above) to the speaker, and also buried it a scant half an inch below the grass surface, and ran it all the way back to his bedroom window. The wire was fed through the window and connected to his powerful "component" sound-system in his bedroom. We were all set.

But we neglected to take into consideration that in Indiana, people are still known to "mow" their lawns even into the middle and end of October.

We also didn't reckon with this guy (above). Well, not Robert Duvall per se (I wanted to say "per se" again) but Spoiler's dad - - who reminded me of the Great Santini. Well not then (1975) since that movie had yet to be made, but later in retrospect, Duvall and Mr. Spoiler's dad shared the similarity that they both intimidated the hades out of me.

Spoiler's dad took his trusty lawn-mower and went a cutting... and as you guessed it....

... he inadvertantly severed the speaker wire that ran from Spoiler's room/window out to the side-walk grass area. He never knew he even foiled our great Malt-Barley Influenced Terror Plot.

We wanted kiddies screaming... and instead we found ourselves.... oh, I don't know.... I think we drank some more beer and went UFO hunting.

Cheers Spoiler. If I mangled this anecdote too badly, you can re-tell it over at your blog (if you haven't already done so... I've been remiss in not checking up)