So, Halloween is coming up, and there are decisions to be made. My costume tradition is to pay tribute to someone famous who’s died in the last year, and I have a few interesting options this year. There’s:

• » Jeff Healey, blind guitar player extraordinaire
• » Bobby Fischer who kicked ass at chess and then became a freaky recluse
• » Heath Ledger, his last role presenting some cool possibilities
• » Charlton Heston, though I did the Planet of the Apes when Roddy McDowell died
• » George Carlin, perhaps the old school hippy dippy weather man
• » Isaac Hayes, maybe a little South Park, maybe a little Shaft, maybe some spaceship Scientology stuff, who knows?

I’ve been leaning heavily toward a tribute to Dungeons and Dragons creator Gary Gygax, who died in March of this year. He opens up a lot of possibilities for strange and wonderful creatures. I could be a sexy she-elf or a goddess, a warrior, bard or cleric, a sea nymph, fairy or succubus. I can take advantage of the opportunity to be a hot girl, since the last three years I’ve dressed up as nerdy dudes – Bob Denver in ‘05, Don Knotts in ‘06 and Kurt Vonnegut in ‘07.  So, I’m way past due for a costume that shows off my chest.

But I got thrown for a loop yesterday when I learned of Paul Newman’s death. Whenever I look at pictures of old blue eyes, I see my grandfather. I always thought my mom’s dad looked like Paul Newman, both in his younger pictures and later in life, when I knew him. So, to pay tribute to Paul Newman is to pay tribute to my Papa. Oh well, we’ll just wait and see.

Farewell, Mr. Newman. Farewell, all.

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