When I was a child there were few outdoor Halloween decorations. They were usually very simple consisting of Jack O'Lanterns, straw bales and scarecrows. Nowadays there seem to be more elaborate displays, even out in the country.
We drove by a rather modest house with an expansive display of a graveyard. There were ghosts and witches, skeletons, black cats and the Grim Reaper. I stopped for a few photographs.
This is less than a fourth of the display area.
Several graves had been desecrated by spirits unknown.
This person definitely did not Rest in Peace as the tombstone says.
A ghostly carriage filled with frightening passengers
I wanted to take more photographs, but could see out of the corner of my eye a man coming out of the house with his little white dog. He was walking toward the display. I pretended that I didn't see him and quickly got into the car. It's not that I am not friendly, but my husband was driving and we had errands to do. I knew he would not appreciate waiting while the gentleman told me about every single display, where he got them, and how long it took to assemble. And I just knew that was what he intended to do. I felt terrible about it, even though I don't think he realized I saw him.
So we drove off without even telling the man how much we enjoyed his hard work. Perhaps I'll go back out there this afternoon. And listen impressively.
It's hard to think of celebrating anything when so many of our citizens are suffering. We offer our thoughts and best wishes, and some money as well. May their lives soon return to normal as they grieve their losses.