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 Slim Randles' Home Country
 
            
            On Halloween, Herb goes plumb nuts 
		
		 
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            [November 01, 2017]  
            
            To look at Herb Collins, you wouldn’t 
			think he was like that. A nicer, kinder guy you never met. But for 
			one evening each year … one little slice of time … he’s downright 
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			 Every small town has one, of course. There is 
			always that one person who takes Halloween to its extremes of horror 
			and fantasy. We have Herb. 
			 
			Everyone knows about his penchant for decoration. Ever since he 
			retired, his yard and house has celebrated every holiday from 
			Christmas to Amelia Earhart’s wedding anniversary with great 
			festoonation and an increase in the electrical bill from all the 
			lights. 
			 
			But on Halloween, Herb goes plumb nuts. It’s a good thing heart 
			trouble is rare for the age group who go trick or treating, because 
			Herb’s yard is a veritable booby trap of pouncing ghosts, swooping 
			bats that swing out of the trees, loud sound effects as witches pop 
			straight out of the lawn in front of children and cackle, and 
			porch-side demons that shriek and leap just as the kid reaches what 
			he considers the safety of Herb’s front porch. 
			 
			It’s a running of the gauntlet that only the bravest of the brave 
			attempt. Herb says he hasn’t had a four-year-old make it to the 
			front door yet. But for the older kids, this is an annual challenge, 
			and one by one they leave the safety of the sidewalk to do a 
			broken-field run, often with screaming, until they hit the safety of 
			the doorbell. Once that doorbell rings, they know, it’s all over but 
			the candy. 
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			Ah, the candy! As if to make up 
			for all the screaming and terror, Herb gives out dollar candy bars. 
			Some kids have been known to carry them around for several days to 
			show off before eating them. 
			 
			“It gives the little guys something to shoot for,” Herb says, 
			laughing. “And the big guys get a different dose of demons every 
			year so they aren’t sure what to expect.” 
			 
			And Herb? 
			 
			“I just have a lot of fun.” 
			[Text from file received from 
			Slim Randles] 
			 
			Brought to you by 
			Slim’s new book “A Fly Fisherman’s Bucket List,” from
			www.lpdpress.com.  
			 
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