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Monday, October 31, 2005

Pumpkin Quest 2005

Evidently the pumpkin supply chain for Seattle passes through New Orleans. Either that or 9:45 p.m. on October 30 is just not the time to decide to carve jack-o-lanterns. Dismayed to find the three nearby grocery stores all sold out of pumpkins, I ventured out across town and into the kind of Seattle night someone once memorably called "a freakin' Blade Runner nightmare." At my destination, the meager dregs of the pumpkin crop awaited, misshapen also-rans thinly spread across two wooden enclosures. Searching for passable specimens, I startled a rat. It's going to take more than that to stop me tonight, Nicodemus.

I located two fine pumpkins, and also a freezer case full of Dreyer's seasonal limited edition peppermint ice cream for a fine reward after the heavy carving labors to come. With my run of luck it will have razor blades.

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