Saturday night was Trick-or-Treat night in Our Fair City. The wind howled up and down the wet brick streets, pushing swirling walls of leaves along, freezing the bare parts of kids dressed as ballerinas and surfers.
I was sitting in the parlor of my parents swank abode, enjoying a frosty-cold beverage of my choice, when all of a sudden, Mr. Incredible leapt into the room and knocked my block off!
Memo to self: Dock Mr. Incredible's allowance.