The following are edited versions of the entries posted on our World Wide Web site. And all was, well, dark and spooky.
Midnight is the dog next door.
Dogs don't differentiate between weekdays, weekends or holidays, and neither do I. Like, for example, this particular night was that ghoulish costume night, you know the one. But all I was interested in was scaring up a little cash before present-buying season got too close. When I heard about your loss, I didn't know what to say, but I knew I had to write. Another Happy Birthday to someone who knows what to do with them. Heard you got promoted.