The girls went, in Nixie-speak, "wicker weatin'" wearing beautiful, new costumes that John's mom sent up for them. They had a blast and weaseled way too much candy away from people. (I have been giving myself daily bellyaches.) This fireman is a REAL one. While we were walking, a firetruck pulled up beside us and firemen spilled out like so much candy (forgive me). They had crates full of sugar, and the girls were thrilled with their reflective suits.