In the West Village Halloween is celebrated the Sunday before Halloween. And children trick or treat in the stores, not private homes. Stores that have agreed to participate put out signs saying that they are trick or treatable.
Some stores make a bigger deal of it than others. One made such a big deal it was a little scary for the younger ones (screams were heard inside).
These kids are lining up for candy at the Biography Bookshop (which I heard is moving, sob, sob, even though they NEVER carry my books, I don’t hold it against them, they are very nice, have otherwise excellent taste, and they’re so convenient).
For the record, I’m acting all casual and everything, but meanwhile I am TERRIFIED about the event at the 92nd Street Y tonight. I am introducing and interviewing Dan Aykroyd and his father Peter, who just came out with a book called A History of Ghosts. I’ve spoken with Peter on the phone and he was so nice and gracious and I’m sure his son is too, and everything will be fine, but I am only human, for the love of God. And I’m nervous.
Meanwhile, downstairs on Bleecker Street the children are enjoying hayrides, oblivious to the life of terror in front of them. Or are they? I’m pretty sure I knew. Nonetheless, I couldn’t wait. Bring on the terror.