Candide's Notebooks/October 30, 2006
Sunday afternoon our neighbor and the cul-de-sac's brood of children were finishing up their Halloween preparations. They had one tombstone left, uncarved. This was the only credible solution, I imagine one of a few hundred thousand like it around the country's suburban graveyards. W.H. Auden's Blues can sit this one out. Let B.B. handle it.