Halloween doesn’t seem like it should be considered a sentimental holiday. But this year is terrifying to think about for more reasons than the ghosts and goblins that will be running amok this evening.
For the last several years, tradition has dictated that we take our boys to our friends’ neighborhood for a night of good food and trick-or-treating. Of course, there’d always be a beer around: Avery’s Beast comes to mind as one of those well-planned Halloween beers. This year, Heather won’t be dressed as a chef, walking around with Paul’s head on a platter. I won’t be Clarence the Redneck Mechanic. Mia (will she be a witch again?), Evan and Jack will dump all their candy out to examine and trade and eat while our boys, Jake and Tom, wander aimlessly through the streets with half-assed costumes because they just don’t care. We haven’t even carved our pumpkins yet.
The only thing I know to do is to have a tribute beer. Tonight, it’s a bottle of Chimay Blue. Probably the first Belgian beer I ever tried, Pauly introduced me to this one years ago. I’ve reciprocated by introducing him to piles of stuff, but this is one beer that will always have a special place in my heart.
Be safe and have fun tonight. I’ll be sipping Chimay, hoisting it in honor of the Dezzuttos.