We were almost finished with ritual out by where Bayou St. John flows into Lake Pontchartrain and three burly fireman came across the levee to look at the sad little fire we had in our cauldron and pronounced it illegal. We've been doing ritual out there for almost ten year with a fire in a cauldron whenever it's cold and haven't had a problem until last night. We put it out to make them happy, showed them our permit to be there and gave them nice Halloween slap bands to take home to their kids. A couple of meddling jackasses were seen in the area with nasty attitudes and a cell phone. We get one night a year for our big ritual and people can't leave us alone. Usually it's drunken high school kids. I can't understand grown adults getting their panties in a bunch so severely. If they didn't like it, the park is a huge place. They could have gone elsewhere.
Oh, well. Back to the pumpkin processing. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin tarts...my friends and coworkers are going to be sick of pumpkin in a few weeks. |
