Well that image sure put me in a Halloweenish mood, retroactively of course. I don't begrudge the fact that I live in the sticks and Trick or Treating just can't happen when the houses are so far apart, many with gates. I do miss it, though.
You're image reminded me of something from my youth, Gare. When I was but a wee lad I had a good friend, Harvey Gross (I kid you not), who lived on the other side of our block in a new house. That means it was in the midst of several empty lots which were lightly wooded and ideal for all sorts of kid stuff. We could be found there quite often playing "Capture the Flag" and other semi-organized kid games.
Harvey's family got the first TV on the block, too, so we would hang out there to get glimpses of this strange little round tube with moving images in it. But I digress into cobwebby cul-de-sacs of memories...
Anyhow, Harvey always seemed a bit more worldly and wise that I or the rest of my contemporaries and I'll never forget one particular piece of oracular profundity which first dropped from his lips and has formed one of my deep philosophical bastions of truth. He told several of us, on a fateful afternoon,
"You can pick your friends,
And you can pick your nose,
But you can't pick your friend's nose."
That, Gare, is what your image reminded of. It's all your fault!? 8D
