As chronicled by Wronski's Wramblings staff reporters, Michele T. Fillion and David D. Wronski. Our Publisher sent us out onto the mean streets of Montclair, New Jersey, to investigate the current local presence and condition(s) of sassy wit, sarcastic irony, and rapier sharp repartee in the burbs. Happy to report that the citizenry was all there, and then some. Well, in the main.
Thanking all those smiling faces. Undaunted super heroes, assorted scary creatures, and their supporting parents.
We got the story. Had some fun. So much so, we forgot to score some candy.
In some dark corner of our town.
Really dark!
It was — quite literally — a corner.
Tomorrow is bulk pick up day.
Definitely not a treat.
The neighbor.
His Mrs.
At least they made some effort.
A typical Montclair resident. [At tax time.]
Be ascarded!
What the ... ?
They seemed like nice folk.
Big family. Rumor is ... all cloned.
Three humans. And, a what ... what is that, anyway?
Thoroughly, cutely nasty!
Mom had to keep her from flying away.
Clearly a pack of trouble.
What Dads look like before their daughters
become teenagers.
Hope for the future!
Lucky little one. Lucky Big Sisters too.
He is the danger.
He came as a Dad wrapped around their little fingers.
Bundle of JOY.
Queen of the Night.
Local color.
Not too different from their every day.
Our gang.
Glamorous Montclair.
Girl Power.
Powerful Girl.
Speechless!
Came straight from school. [Kids today!]
Assorted Rapscallions.
Local celebrities.
Kids today?
Parents today!
Something to do with "Women's [Mud?] Wrestling."
Each one sweeter than the others.
One's in white.
The other's in paper sales [Dunder Mifflin].
Very high concept, that one from Pennsylvania. Portraying one Dwight K. Schrute right down to the, ahem, "corrected" business card. Not to mention the unmistakable aroma of roasted Beetroot.
[It's still an item of debate whether "Assistant Regional Manager" or "Assistant to the Regional Manager" is more accurate. And, if there's anyone who has no clue about the foregoing, let us suggest you are watching not enough television.]
Bradley Cooper has perfected time travel.
Errant youth.
And, the kids are cute too!
A nod to Detroit Coney Island Hot Dogs.
They said they're into sports.
She said ... yah, cheerleaders!
We're safer tonight, thanks to them.
Which one is without a costume?
Great shot of Wonder Woman's pony tail.
[Thanks, kid!]
Nice Ninja.
Speechless!
Act your age!!!
Bad, worse, and worst.
And, she filled that bag to bursting.
Mom's muscle.
Ya see that, over there!
He doesn't normally pick his nose.
It was part of the role.
Too cute to not have another shot.
Bad to the bone.
Them again!
Mayhem at the Dentist's Halloween gig on Grove Street in Clifton, New Jersey.
Traffic approaching the site was backed up. Traffic coming back, even more. We decided to take the nearby highway entrance for a faster alternate route. Saw traffic at the highway exit was backed up too. Lot's of treats. Lots of tricks.
Thanks for the smiling faces and wonderful stories.
[That's the "Press Pass" I wore on my hat. Kids asked me if they should "press" the sign. Mom interjected that they didn't get the reference.]
And, of course ... last, but not least, my beautiful partner and muse, Michele. Vogueing her cozy warm, uptown patriotic potpouri of a wardrobe.
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