On the back walkway, these three pumpkins await the tour of the goblins tomorrow night. I really can't remember how I acquired my devil costume, but I must say it served me well. Others in our gang were really into changing their get-up each Halloween, but I was 'steady eddie', always 'giving the devil his due'. My only complaint about this creepy holiday was the cold. Jacket or not, Mom always made the call. I'd complain; I'd whine. All of it was in vain though. I would have run around in a t-shirt and shorts, but it was not to be. Rain, I could handle, but the whole idea of a jacket underneath to fight off the cold of late October drove me crazy. "Mom, I'm the devil!" So un-satanesque. *What was YOUR costume?