Gladiolous saw the Chucky tombstone (a sign of erection and resurrection) today in the sunroom and wanted to know what it was. "Oh," I said offhandedly "it's my Halloween decoration." Not sure she recognized the picture. She probably thought it is one of my many friends who died. Gladiolous does not think much of Halloween. Her group prays intently on Halloween because "there are so many black masses celebrated on that day." They practice a mixture of religion and superstition. They all belong to the Church of the Seven Flags. The Big Herod still comes once or twice a year from Canada and does Healing the Family Tree Masses. Yep, monkey sits on top of the tree and shouts to the dog below: "Heel baby, heel!"
