The Wild Ones

On the way back home, at Times Square Station – like a bolt of lightning – the girls came running towards us (I was with Matt W.) and we both fired as quickly as possible.  Matt turned to me and said, that was like a “coda” – to the evening.  “No, not coda.  What’s the word?”

Like a crescendo? I said.

Yes, like a crescendo.  The truth is that what I love about Halloween are the pretty girls, or even not that pretty, in costumes.  I don’t even care what the costumes are.  Most of the crowd had deadly looking stitches painted around their mouths.  Day of the dead style.  But there was also life.  And fun.  Even on the night of the day when the terrorist guy killed 8 people on the west side.

Halloween Times Square

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