"My wife is going to count how many pumpkins there actually are, and if they have fewer than 1,000, she's going to file a class action lawsuit," I said, to our friends as we entered the Chicago Botanic Gardens' "Night of 1,000 Jack-o-Lanterns."
So we asked some friends who had invited us to dinner whether they wanted to take a field trip afterward, and they gamely agreed.
The smattering of small, regular-sized pumpkins soon gave way to ... what can I call them? Show pumpkins. Huge, intricately-carved pumpkins, dozens and dozens of them, lit from within and so skillfully done we wondered if lasers weren't involved—I decided that had to be impossible, given the uneven surface of the pumpkins.
I was amazed at how mobbed the place was—the thing is sold out this year. Which might be disappointing, individually, but does carry some general good news: despite the grip of social media around our throats, lots of families will still turn out to ogle well-decorated pumpkins.
Next year they may be able to claim a thousand and one, as the perpetually orange Cowardly Liar presides over an administration approaching its' midnight, when the country itself might turn into a pumpkin.
ReplyDeleteIf nothing else, this blog is guaranteed to come up every day with a lively metaphor or two. "...the grip of social media around our throats" was the one that took my fancy today.
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"Orange is the happiest color." --Frank Sinatra
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