Earlier today I was at another stretch of the Ohio River north of Wheeling. Third time I've gone moseying down along there. Follansbee had its appeal, but I'm glad I didn't croak there. Had a scary moment of numbness on one side of my face while on WVa Rte 2 in that town. Pulled over and tried to breathe while figuring out whether it was anything, reassuring myself that the semi-symmetrical (if mirthless) smile I had no trouble grimacing was a good sign.
This trip has featured countless Halloween displays and decorations, most of them at residences. Time was, back in the postcard heyday, Halloween wasn't all that, holiday-wise-speaking. That's why postcards relating to All Hallows' Eve are so valuable; they're scarce. It's been fun seeing what people have done with their houses, porches, yards. Has me thinking I might acquire one new Halloween thing every year, starting perhaps with a really big inflatable plastic jack o'lantern.
Here's one Halloween house I took a picture of. It's in one of my old neighborhoods in Baltimore: