Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Somehow or other it just dawned on Ol’ Robbo that tomorrow is Halloween. I suppose this is a byproduct of not having kidz about the house anymore.

Anyhoo, it has been my practice for years to refuse to have anything to do with answering the door to trick-or-treaters. Instead, when I could get away with it, I’ve simply left a bowl of candy out on the front porch and hid in the basement watching “Young Frankenstein”.

Mrs. Robbo used to abjure my anti-sociability in this. However, in this topsy-turvy year of hysterical madness, this practice of mine has suddenly made me the very latest in responsible social-distancing and “contactless celebration”.

I larf. If one stands in place long enough, one eventually becomes the head of the line.

UPDATE: Mayun, talk about standing in place! I didn’t even bother carving a jack-o-lantern, and Mrs. Robbo forgot to put the bowl of M&M’s outside.

Eldest and I did watch “Young Frankenstein”, however. Far and away Mel Brooks’ best movie, in my humble opinion, and that’s largely because Gene Wilder wrote it. So at least we had that going for us!

And happy belated All Saints Day (my favorite day of the year), and a prayerful All Souls Day today.

And buckle up, buckaroos, because this week is going to be lit!