Just outside the P.O. door, a guy and a girl in red are smiling and handing out Pepcid A.C. samples and coupons. In such a large circus, it's inevitable that a few sideshows would pop up. A girl with a Bill Clinton mask hams it up for a small video camera crew of friends while attempting to interview passers-by. Four fratboys have a camcorder of their own, and they use it to harass the staff of April's Cajun Food truck. As the deadline approaches, the night grows colder.
Fewer people act like they're having a good time.
If they thought about the situation, they'd slow down. After midnight, the remaining news vans have long since retracted their towers and slipped back into the fog, and Rita's cups, sucked dry, are strewn about like skeletons. My pockets are filled with little packets of Pepcid A.C. Weathered and wearied, the Uncle Sam guy begins an impromptu waltz with the Bill Clinton girl. As her video crew captures the moment, people continue to run up the post office steps, unaware they've already turned into pumpkins. All rights reserved.