The small parade moved, soundless, past the eternally revolving,
ending-but-unending candy serpentine of Mr. Crosetti’s barber pole, past
all the darkening or darkened shops, the emptying streets, for people
were home now from the church suppers, or out at the carnival for the
last side show or the last high-ladder diver floating like milkweed down
Something Wicked This Way Comes, Ray Bradbury
Excited to present The 2012 Haunt of Rhode Montijo ...
Thanks, Rhode! These are absolutely amazing.