I sit here on this All Hallows Eve, with our Golden Retriever, Briggs at my feet, Skip reading in his chair beside me, a small fire burning in the woodstove beside us. The doors are open allowing the night air to billow in, bringing with it the fog from the valley below and the eerie hoot of owls coming from the dark woods surrounding us. It’s pitch black outside, save the for the starlight; which in the absence of the moon, allows for the Milky Way to dazzle. It’s a perfect Halloween night. It’s a creepy Halloween night.