By the time
I got up enough nerve to leave my car, the "costume walk" was long
past. Sitting at the bar I felt the need to justify why I was dressed as
I was; like an explanation was a needed? The bartender's comment,
after my long dissertation, "I am sure that this will not be the last".
No truer statement was ever said.
It's Halloween, 2019, and Rhonda tells us about her first time out on that very special holiday.
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