You are right, Alfred, Porvorim was not a Manhattan Mascarade ! The goblins were the real thing, the corpse was not make-believe. Still in a cloud, and also trying to get over the loss of Engr. Sylvestre. Thanks to Floriano and Valmiki, comforted. eric.
________________________________ From: Alfred de Tavares < Eric, my lad.....pls blinker your eyes a shade on madding Manhattan & behold Goa....er, our own Provorim..... Now....that Boko Haran has heeled upon Chechens, Hamas....MPT-Montes et tutti merde....in our blessed sanctuary-for-all-scum, can Pretty Pussy Riot linger far behind? Let's hope they hurry.... I am hurrying...tither.... Chacha........ > Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 07:33:46 -0700 > From: ericpin...@yahoo.com > To: mervynal...@yahoo.ca; goanet@lists.goanet.org; goanet@lists.goanet.org > Subject: [Goanet] A mile-long Treat ! > > > > Over fifty thousand revellers in outlandish costumes paraded down > a Manhattan avenue for several hours. Two million came to watch, many > thousands visiting from every continent in the world. > One word best defined the mood of the day -'happyness.' It was a sea > of humanity, folk at their very best: we probably feel the same way, at > Ganapati > time. In New York, demons brought people together in a manner never > mastered by smiling heavenly cherubs: ironic, indeed. > It is a day for children, to witness the joy they experience is a treat, > but Mervyn > and I will continue to gatecrash. The overcrowded pubs and bars in the city, > with screams and laughter into the wee hours showed that people can be human, > if they choose to do so. > Word is Merv and Rolly were at the same party. eric. > > > ________________________________ > From: Mervyn Lobo <mervynal...@yahoo.ca> > To: "goanet@lists.goanet.org" <goanet@lists.goanet.org> > Sent: Thursday, October 31, 2013 11:42 PM > Subject: [Goanet] Trick of treat? > > > Folks, > Today is the day when people in Toronto don costumes and go out celebrating. > It usually is (to me) one of the most enjoyable days of the year. > > The younger trick or treaters are dressed early and are the first to arrive > at your doorstep. It is an absolute delight to answer the doorbell and see an > adorable two year old girl dressed up as a fairy. Even more enjoyable is to > watch them skip up the driveway, fascinated that all the neighbours will give > them sweets and all they have to do is beam and say, "Trick or treat?" > > It is easy to figure out who is five years or older. These kids now have a > say in what they are going to dress up as and last years dreamy four year old > fairy, suddenly becomes a five year old zombie. The older the kids get, the > more macabre their costumes become. My favourites are those with one eye > falling from their skulls. > > The more daring transform into murderers. There always is a wide spectrum of > axe, knife and sword wielding characters who are happy to demand candies and > flee, in glee, when their goal is achieved. > > The more creative kids arrive with a bloody mess where their head should be. > Tucked into one arm, the way a rugby player tucks the ball, is their real > head. Such costumes are a sight to behold. > > A lot of front yards are converted into mock graveyards. It can be cold, it > can be rainy, it can be both and windy too as it was today. This only adds to > the setting. Imagine this if you can, the fallen leaves are swirling and > wavering in the wind. There is a bunch of excited, pre-teen, murderers > walking down the street. A slow mist is creeping up around the lamp posts and > there is nothing but excitement in the air. > > Their talk, believe it or not, is about candies. And sometimes about whose > house to go to next. What the kids do not notice is the elaborate set ups > that some parents have taken the trouble to construct. Those celebrating will > have stuff anyone can buy from Wal-Mart. But there also is that one simple > special pleasure. The pumpkin. Actually, the carved pumpkin. > > Carved pumpkins, ranging from the truly admirable to the almost disgusting. > It is all part of the fun. It is also all part of the fun Toronto I live in. > > Mervyn (at the end of a great day.)
