While the entire town of Hoboken was plumb out of pumpkin...

An homage was paid to the Grateful Dead with the Empire State Building lit up like tie-dye.




After literally gasping at the spectacle down by the pier, I got this text from my sister, "In the cab now. It smells like Mr. Bubbles". We went and got dinner. The Yankees lost. And pumpkin pie was, sadly, not in anyones future. But all of these jumbled, mundane occurences that made up one uneventful night made me realize how f*ing cool life is.