On Not Knowing Whether the Guy on the Train Is in Costume or For Real

Tonight, as I was on the way home from school (we got out a bit early in the hopes of avoiding the crazies from the Halloween parade that starts about three blocks from my school, anyways. . .) I got on the train and saw this guy in what looked like a Buddhist monk costume. I thought to myself, that's a pretty clever costume. And then I thought to myself, wait, is that for real? I still don't know. It looked kind of like a sheet so . . . costume? But he was all alone and not exactly young so . . .for real? Guess I'll never know.
In other, but related, news. I hate Halloween. It's the only part of fall that I don't like. I'd much rather celebrate Reformation Day. In fact, when I have my own home I shall find ways to shamelessly celebrate this day like trying out new recipes for German food or something. It shall be fun, and we shall sing A Might Fortress Is Our God. And maybe the Reformation Polka too.

Sincerely,